The Greatest Nap In History

          Having not slept a wink after returning from my excursion with Brian, I went about my day, sort of. I moved a bit of firewood and listened to one of my father's long philosophical tangents. This one was about the nefarious rise of "do-goodism" and about how his enemies are regret and all of Osama bin Laden's relatives. This was followed by a brief nap of maybe an hour, where I finally employed the tactic of playing classical orchestral music to knock myself out. It always worked at the Symphony, as Iris and Scott can tell you.
          This was only a prelude to a nap, in fact. I got up for a tuna melt with tomato soup and then took an incredibly long nap, again fueled by a few concertos. This one lasted from around half past four to one in the morning. I love getting up this early, but only when it happens by accident. Hopefully all the extra time will spur me to accomplish some tasks that need doing.