"Congratulations, gentlemen. Thanks to the diligence of the FBI, this vacuum cleaner will not fall into the wrong hands."
--Howard Hughes, The Rocketeer

From four o'clock Saturday afternoon until about midnight, I was napping on the couch while SCIFI played movies, waking briefly at 7,9, and 11, I think. At midnight I got up long enough to get another blanket, and I put away the clothes I had pulled out. At three o'clock in the morning or so, SCIFI gave out, and I switched it to HBO. Only now have I gotten off the couch again, basically.

I had oatmeal and toast for lunch Friday, and then nibbled on torillas chips at Friday. And half a waffle. Saturday, I had another bowl of oatmeal, and a few hours later a pair of little microwave sausage biscuits. Unfortunately it seems that soon I will break down and eat somthing again. I had hoped ...

I never got off the couch to get in the shower, to get ready to ...

And [this stage of] my life is all over but the ceremony and paperwork.