BJG is fast asleep and has been since 6:30pm. His work is quite demanding at times and he had not slept much the night before. I will cook fish tomorrow, fish stew with baby potatoes. I have to go buy cream for the recipe. Otherwise, we have everything but fennel bulbs.

I feel god and good but not particularly mystic tonight. I feel like such a pot head. The fact that this state is generated by weed is a sad fact. It takes my mind very high and mixes well with writing work, but it is too strong to be sustainable and too expensive. I want to quit the weed again. But continue sleeping well, without nightmares.