Up.

I slept most of last night, woken up to have a nice plate of pasta, dozed off again, and found myself starting Saturday very early. What to do?

Watched 6 bullets, the Jean Claude Van Damme anti human trafficking film. The solution is to blow everything up, and kill all the baddies, badly.

Now listening to Radio 6, a nice way to glide into the day, after all that Van Damme kerfuffle.