I’m always writing on here late at night. Why’s that?

Listening to some 1958 jazz before bed. Cold outside. Got the window cracked open because otherwise we’ll roast in here. That decaf is surprisingly good. Black. Work early. I think Andy is losing patience with me being on the computer just now. Or else I’m just more sensitive at the moment. After some time has passed. Ameritech is made up of stooges. I can’t access my damn bill online, even though I’d simply LOVE to pay it.