People are still asleep. It is not yet quite 6:00am. I should make breakfast. I am famished. I have been up since 3:30am. My stomach is grumbling. Weed helps a bit curb the hunger. I had a fried egg and two toasts with butter last night as late dinner. I suspect I will have the same for breakfast. I am dreaming of Santa Clara, the Casa of Hector, where Yosvani cooked the best breakfast in Cuba for 5$ with a big glass of juice.