My sleep schedule has been far more stable than usual, for longer than normal.

Seven and a half hours, starting around 10 PM, for the last three or four days.

But even so, I spent a lazy Saturday napping off and on all day. It felt natural and right.

(A very interesting video on what might be going on: Why you’re so tired)

During the full siesta I hung around with my pal Max Blumenthal, noted self-hating Jew.

We visited my dreamtime kitchen, which I’d never seen. It was old-fashioned, very tiny and efficient. I fixed the garage door.

Then we went to a farm and surfed on the backs of small squat pigs. Very normal stuff.

Afterwards, Max made a video about it.

Just before I woke up to dusk, he was saying that my wife was the salt of the earth.

Apparently my subconscious thinks so too.