It's early here in Garden City, Idaho, about half past 6. The sky is still black and I'm wide awake. I've got a host of chores that I've put off, and I was only just now able to bank down a headache that came upon me a few hours ago.
I can feel the stagnation coming. I've been invited, and have conditionally agreed, to go to a friend's house tonight and watch a fight on TV. I've very little interest in the actual fight, but I think I need to go to work on my social skills. I'm becoming more eremitic with each passing day.