I crafted a strategy to sleep from early evening to early morning but my body decided to do the exact opposite, and I woke at the hottest part of the day at three in the PM. It was good sleep and I feel quite fine in the flesh, in spite of the traces of psychological frustration involved in best-laid plans going awry.

Just before crashing down I watched a video about the intersection between late-stage civilization/capitalism, greed, sickness and health, and grain.

I believe he’s on to something. We already knew it, didn’t we? But the glow of a bias confirmation feels good in much the same way that a good long sleep does.

The tortilla problem remains, unchanged.