What a strange day. Got up before 6, went to work for 9 hours plus, played around in Gallery 44's darkroom, came home. Stayed up late again. Dang.
That long day at work had a brief lunch break instigated by the boss' assertion that, having finished all the work, and, if facing a dearth of customers, I take a breather and read or eat or hang out. I tried this 'hanging out' for a while. Put a foot up, then two feet. Drew stuff.
Note: even superfoods can't do it indefinitely. Sleep, we need, sleep or disintegration.