Circadian Dysrhythmia
Between my wife dragging me (or perhaps driving me, in the sense of getting in the car and directing me where to drive) quite a few distant places until very late, and my son not moving his laundry until prompted several times, I did not have my sleepwear cleaned and dried until five in the morning--late even by my standards.  Further, I was too tired to make much practical use of the time beyond watching several episodes of old television series on the Internet I was not able to see when they were new.

As I write this, it occurs to me that I was very annoyed by the treatment of "time fragments" or whatever they were called in The Flash, and I'm going to have to go back and get some vocabulary straight and then write a web log post on them.  My time travel fans have been without anything for a while, and this is a blatant bit of temporal nonsense that needs to be addressed.

Anyway, I am off schedule enough to be a bit incoherent in my own thoughts despite having grabbed a one-hour late afternoon nap, and have to figure out how to get everything else done effectively and not lose too much of tomorrow to the recovery processes.

Meanwhile, Bob Slade and his remaining companions are grabbing breakfast on the road after their rude awakening, not without trouble, in For Better or Verse; Chapter 68, Slade 71.