Indeed, yesterday, I felt that I might overheat, so, after painting, for the rest of the afternoon, I put my clock away. I could still hear the clock on the wall if I listened for it, but it was in the background and I didn’t pay much attention to it. But I’m listening to my clock now, and, I think I will, throughout the morning, unless I change my mind, and decide to listen to it for half the morning, and part of the afternoon. Yesterday, I had just two teaspoons of coffee and one Dr. Pepper, and I got to sleep okay, although I woke up early, couldn’t go back to sleep, and decided to take another bath. The fist sixteen stanzas of “Chevy Chase” are getting a little tiresome, so I’m thinking of adding the first however many stanzas of “Tam Lin” back into my repertoire. But that would take a little time—and, if all goes well, I won’t be waking up at 6:00 am and getting in the bath at 6:30 or so. I’ll be sleeping until 7:30 or 8:00, and reciting my lines, and, if I feel like it, saying my prayers, every so often, from my bed. I felt a little impatient in the bath today—in part because “Chevy Chase” had gotten tiresome, and, in part, because I didn’t have a lot of daydreams passing through my mind. I ended up mainly just wondering how, if the next life was, is, and will be eternal, when, exactly, the speed of light, or special relativity was tested, for example, and how that worked.