This week the my-time is cut to 24 hours and it starts right now at 12 minutes to 1.

But in the end I only slept it through.

I won’t even tell you about the dreams, because they were absurdist frivolity, except for the part where knowing the score makes you good money on easy terms. The theme of this year is: If you invest wisely enough, there’s never again going to be a need for any bossman.

Twenty twenty two will see if I’m wise, or if that’s actually true.