It is very cold and still dark, though quite late. Neither Sluggo nor the cats want me to go to sleep. There must be a thin fog in the air again tonight, as Venus has a halo. I looked through some old notebooks and found one of my younger selves there. We have to stop meeting like this. I've successfully jogged my memory. I wish I could jog my presence. Five blankets tonight, and one cat for my head. Goodnight.