In which there are observations.
Apparently the method for both sleeping all night and — bonus — waking up a couple of minutes before your alarm goes off is to stop at Embo’s house on the way home from work and get drunk and then go home and put yourself to bed by nine-thirty without any dinner.
This morning I rode to work in 27° freezing fog. It was foggy. And freezing.
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So, was it foggy? Oh, was it freezing too?