We had company last night. My wife’s crazy schedule means that finding nights when people can visit is weird, and when they come, they always stay late.

For reasons I do not care to detail, it cut my sleep in tiny bits. I lay down around three thirty, was rousted briefly at four, woke to the alarm at five, and drowsed in the living room until after eight, slept again until ten and was called upon to drive a short errand which kept me up for half an hour, then pulled myself out of bed around quarter of two. I still haven’t been able to calculate whether I got enough sleep, and I’ve a long drive tomorrow evening, but I’ve got a bit more to do tonight before I can sleep, and church in the morning, so I’d better get to it.

During the party, not being much of a party person, I put the finishing touches on a midi recording of another of the songs Collision is doing, converted it to mp3, and e-mailed it to the drummer. He might call tonight to talk about the last three songs, about which I had not heard anything apparently because he has encountered some serious computer problems and is only now getting back on line. He has my sympathy.

Let me go; there’s still work to do.

–M. J. Young