I made it to about 9:00 AM. And then conked out on the couch again, waking up around 1:30 PM. Right now it's 5 (good GOD, 5 already?). I'm sipping on some coffee, doing some laundry, and have designs to go over some of those poems from yesterday.

Listening to Nick Drake. I've got the television on in the other room. On PBS, they're playing a lot of travel shows and a bunch of Globe Trekker episodes. I'm half-listening, but not really. This feels, in every sense of the word, like a Sunday.