I was having a meeting with Dick Cavett, and things weren't going well. We were at some giant professional sports event-circus-Democratic-convention-gameshow, and I'd lost him and the rest of our party. Cavett had been acting surly the whole meeting so far, so I wasn't too upset to be out of his company. But still. Seemed like bad business. Anyway, then I woke up. And now I find myself at my computer at a silly hour for the second night in a row when I thought I'd successfully fallen asleep at a more reasonable one. In fact, I did fall asleep at a more reasonable. Hence, Dick Cavett. But then I had to pee, and then I had an idea that I couldn't ignore. And you know what happens then. Yes. Must code.