i meant to sleep in late today. late, until three or four, roll out of bed groggy and disoriented and stumble to the shower and then down peter's interminable stairs to a breakfast of sorts.

however, it's only noonish, and i feel annoyingly well-rested and, instead of a few hours to kill, i have now a full day ahead of me with absolutely nothing to do.

there are, i suppose, worse things.