Reason and I have not reliably been on particularly good terms, the past thirty six weeks eight months or so.

We feel what we feel, I guess, whether it's logical or not. Whether that's missing orreys or hard breakfast rolls or all sorts of other things.

I kept trying to tell myself all afternoon that it's not like today's that different from other days. But if I'm not going to manage reason - or being useful - I might as well let myself wallow in stars a bit.

Tomorrow, though. Do you have time for a couple of hours? Something dense and chewy, and distracting. (I promise, not as tedious at those sets of questions I've been throwing at you. I've got one more I want you to do, but not tomorrow.)