It’s almost 5am.
My cup of tea is cooling to a tolerable temperature.
I know that as we age we need less sleep, but 11pm until 12:14 … that’s just silly!
Still, I got some thinking done –
about art,
about subjective and objective perception of time,
about the Church and its failures,
about love
… once I’d have thought about sex, but I don’t care enough anymore to do so.
I’m going to be really tired by lunch time….
Foxings 