This was not such a great morning to read your marvelous memoir-tale of sleep deprivation when last night's sleep gave me a pitiful 5 or 6 hours. I can't be sure how long I'd slept because it took me an inordinately long time to fall asleep. When I wake in the night I make it a point not to look at the clock unless I know I can't or don't fall back into it within five minutes.

You're loose associations overwhelmed and confused me and that's all my fault. So I stopped and had dinner for breakfast - my usual. That grounded me and I re-entered your world of putty a hole too big, Leonard Cohen, cork, your Chief Meteorologist, meteorites.

I started to hear my own thoughts in words. That almost never happens. And now that I'm awake more or less pictures associations have returned.

Your story is delightful, humorous. and a good stream of consciousness flow. Loved it. I can relate...