Hmmmmm. I only slept 4 hours last night. Usually I sleep 10. And in that short 4 hours I had lots of wild dreams. No surprise to me, one long dream was about cycling in Spain. That could be because one of the last things I did yesterday was fix my front derailleur. There I was riding around in the dark, shift up, shift down, shift up, shift down. ... I'm a little bit concerned that I may be heading into the land of hypomania. It's been a while since I've been here, at least as far as I can remember.