Insomniac
6:45 in the morning and I haven’t been to sleep yet. I’m not sure what the problem is but it doesn’t especially bother me. It’s a little on the chilly side but a robe and a pair of socks seems to work pretty well. The garbagemen came on time, 5:45, making all kinds of noise with the containers and talking loudly to themselves. The odd car or bus drives by but it’s pretty quiet.
Today I’m going to ride the cable cars and I’ll probably freeze my ass off but I’ve already decided so it must be done. Tonight the Edinburgh Castle is hosting a “swearing festival” or perhaps it’s The Swearing Festival, I’m not really sure, and I may go to it. Five hours of swearing and a basket of fish and chips sounds pretty good to me.