Woke up at 7:30 old time to pee, then said Not getting up at even 8:30 new time, and went back for another 3.5 hours to wake at noon new time, which was not unheard of even before this. Grey and flurrying all day, like watching cherry blossoms fall, especially since none of it stuck. I have a memory from childhood, fragmentary like all my memories, of a late November day like this. My mother had bought several boxes of Christmas wrapping paper,  square folded in square boxes,  which enraptured me at the time. The smell of it is on the tip of my nose, almost almost almost... so this kind of weather has  innate happiness associated with it.

Have also been earwormed with The Proclaimers' I'm Gonna Be the Man, which is great for exercising to, and which happily replaces the catalogue aria from Don Giovanni of which I was heartily sick.