I was counting on you left-coasters to be up and about at this ridiculous east-coast hour. I can't sleep because I start having a total anxiety attack about things I should have done differently. Totally beating myself up. Who cares what those things are right now. You know what I mean. So I face facts: no way to sleep happily? I'll come downstairs, make some tea, and see what's happening with all the happy hens and rowdy roos of the west coast. But where are you all? Asleep, with your nightcaps neatly tied under your chins, it would seem. Nothin left for me now but bothering the Australians , , and soon maybe the Europeans.. . . bwa-ha-ha!