I tried to write, but I was too stressed out. I read most all of Barry Gifford's Sultans of Africa.
And I heard the news that Rutger Hauer has died at 75. That was a shock, and I don't think I've really processed it quite yet.
Spooky retrieved Selwyn a little after 4 p.m., and he came back happy and doped up, and all our worry was for nothing.
And that was my weird and mostly wasted day. Booya.