One night, or was it morning, I don’t remember… Ugh! I can’t stand it, my mind is deteriorating. Like swarms of biting midges attacking me from the inside, a reconnaissance mission of some sort, looking to find the very piece of data that is desired and then intercepting and destroying what I once knew.

Oh well. I suppose lost data, at some point, can be replaced or even reconstructed from previous corresponding information. Yes, details really, nothing of great importance. There’s still plenty to salvage inside. I can still build the house and at a later time I’ll just rediscover what color I was originally going to paint the trim. I should focus more attention on structural integrity anyhow. The details will surely follow.

…of course, it was 3:40 ante meridiem.