Middle of a cold night... in Secrets from myself

Four positive degrees Fahrenheit on the bank clock at midnight. Now it's fucking three thirty and I'm wide awake. I usually don't mind insomnia. I figure I'll sleep eventually. And I suppose I will.

BBC is all about Mandela.

One of the cats tipped over a plant.

I suppose I could get a sudoku to put me to sleep. There's always a chance.