it's 3.45 in the morning, i've just said goodbye to rikita who has gone down to wait for her cab. the kettle went off and i've poured myself a cup of tea. am feeling the ill-effects of fairly large dinner at o'cantinho followed by ice-cream at christina's and then a white bean cake. wondering if i should stay up and blog about the glass flowers and the vermont forester, punctuation and old english manuscripts, potato pancakes and the dinner party last night, variant spellings and choonping's grammar, hans andersen and the language of royalty, cats called dorothea and red ants in the kitchen, or just go back to bed and continue reading the red shift. (i am not finding this especially compelling so far, despite su-lin's very positive comments, but perhaps that's because i'm only a quarter of the way through.) oh well. slumber is more sweet than toil. i to bed.