The Day After the Day Before

 

For some utterly mysterious reason I didn't sleep well last night.  And then the phone started ringing.  AAAAAUGH.  It wasn't till the third time I had plunged out of bed to answer it that it was Peter, saying that he had an appointment to see the doc at 10:40, which is quite civilised even by my terms, at least nights/mornings when I've had some sleep.

            This doctor doesn't think it was a TIA, with all its fresh new implications of prospective direness, which suits me and, of...