Oh, and I took the wheelie bin out to the street, and retrieved a magazine from the mailbox. I don't remember reading any of the magazine, though I might have. Then I looked on Google maps for a place that does not appear to exist anymore. I also saw a menu from a restaurant in 1941, and realized that if I could time travel for meals I could eat very well indeed on my current income, even if I left lavish tips. But then how would I get 1941 money with my 2021 debit card? I guess figuring out how to time travel would me more trouble than it was worth. That's probably why nobody has done it.
Seriously, the whole damned night has been like this. I do believe I've lost touch with reality. Whatever that is. I think I'll eat some popcorn and try to go to sleep. But I wish I had a stack of pancakes with fresh butter and real maple syrup from 1941 for 25 cents.