"They Call It Sleep"

Interesting .... I've been up since 315 and have already received notes from some Last Quarter Players on being up at 2 or needing to work out "this sleep thing."

Maybe, it's a matter of finding things.

• The melatonin in my brain seems to have been misplaced ...
• Nobody can recall where the Ginkgo was last seen ...
• For that matter, deposit slips went missing, yesterday, too.
• M and I found a bike shop and went for a ride on what may be a new recumbent bike for her ailing back ... couldn't quite find our way back along the side streets near the bike shop run by a Fourth Quarter guy.
• Last night, in order to promote sleep, I was hunting in one of those big Pharmacies for the liquid camphor that goes in cool steam vaporizers. M was hopeful it might quiet my zestful nocturnal breathing that can keep her awake. M walked about the pharmacy and, at last, found me in front of the hundreds of camphor products ... I thought it was called KAZ, just like our first St. Bernard, named at his request. He was the retired head of the Polish Academy of Sciences, Kazimierz Kuratowski, one of the founders of Topology and my early mentor. It was good standing like a confused refugee from Jeremiah's Jerusalem ... a little addled ... unbelieving ... bewildered. I got to think back to Dr. Kuratowski who I chauffeured about in 1968-1969, learning from him the History of Polish Mathematics. It was good to be found, too. I AM a dignified sort and resisted the urge to wail-out: 'MARRRRRSHA! I'M LOSSSST!'  But OK to be staring at all the pretty boxes on the Pharmacy's counters with foreign and microscopically (in)visible writings on their side! I bought the pink and blue box.

If y'gotta Play in the Fourth Quarter, I suppose, y'might just as well enjoy it.

A friend at dinner, last night, told me that he had become delirious and confused in the middle of the night after taking one of the modern sleep hypnotic meds. He remembered that his remote had something to do with the television and the DVR and being able to levitate his wife, but he couldn't qjuite put it together.

Carpe Delirium, Baby!