’m really short on sleep right now, thanks to a combination of factors that are of no interest to anybody including me. Writing is not necessarily beyond me, but it is in the nebulous hard-to-grasp zone, and in consequence unlikely to yield much of interest or value. And please note—I mean of interest and value in the context of this weblog, which is a really low bar to get over. The high point of this day was making necessary excursions to the bank and library to make sure that my accounts there don’t overheat and spontaneously combust. My missions accomplished—despite snow and rain and some other indefinite substance drifting down from above—I am ready to lapse back into my usual half-awake state. And that’s the size of this day.