Nothing funny about feldspar

I just happen to be posting at 3 a.m. It’s not like I’m worried about anything — my mind isn’t racing as I lay in bed trying to sleep, nor am I particularly bothered by the none-too-gentle snores of Albite.

I am tired as all-get-out (as Plagioclase might say), but I am not particularly sleepy. For the second night in a row. I’ll go back to bed in an hour or three, and sleep until about 10, I guess.

It wouldn’t be so bad, except it’s cold here in the corner of the house near the fireplace and the sliding glass door. But that’s where the most comfortable surfing chair is, so that’s where I sit.