Since I returned to Northampton I have been afraid of traffic. This is Dublin kicking in -- look right, a bus! -- two weeks too late.

Sluggish with dis.ease for five days, I am today in high anxiety gear. Indian food and cheeze-its and cake, pizza and pasta and OJ and rum. Gas lines run richer petrol on startup. It'll even out.

Startup-get-going is hummed to the Tommy overture. Twenty-one is going to be a good year.

To work!