This was not written 7:30AM this morning, because that was when I went to bed. Things like “I’m to old for this shit” springs to mind, but as it turns out, I’m not. Slept past noon though, and I am nursing something resembling a headache at the moment, but still. It was a good evening that turned to night and morning, with great conversations, chess games, wine and whisky. Sometimes you need to make time for these things.