Last night I fell asleep on the sofa while watching Flying Circus and had the best night's rest (without pharmaceutical assistance, anyway) in a long time. Maybe the problem is my mattress, a cheapie twin-size purchased two years ago and getting a bit saggy in the middle.

Today: guitar practice, cleaning up, exercise, reading (SPOILER: the sexpot in Mistress of Mistresses turns out to be Aphrodite Herself), CD shopping (got a used copy of John Mayall, despite never heard him before--I have to admit that I have become as much a Collector as a Listener of CDs).