Up too early, or maybe just unrested from sitting up reading...

I've been nodding off like a narcoleptic in front of my computer, dreaming by fits a ghastly complete, horrifyingly detailed, continuing story of a dream:  It's night, early morning, somewhere in Middle Europe (Ukraine?) the agents provocateurs--snipers from U.S. CIA and NATO special forces--are out killing people, women, kids; breaking into their houses and shooting them in their sleep.  I'm passing guns to the pro-Russian separatists who are being shot at by both sides (the Provisional Governement  forces and the pro EU guerrillas)...It's a bloodbath like Sarajevo 20 years ago.  God damn the United States of America and its NATO stooges!  Oh, and Happy Mothers' Day.

Made an insanely unwise (mean-spirited and ungenerous) contribution to the comments on an NPR story about a hot-air balloon which came afoul of a high-tension wire yesterday, somewhere in Virginia, killing the young male pilot (Who knew?--that these things had pilots?) and three "female athletes"--a swimmer and two basketball players, one of them an assistant coach--from the University of Richmond:  "There's something funny here.  Or maybe I'm just hysterical with grief.  Yes, that's it."  Thinking of Title IX of course, I just had to say it.  Though of course I shouldn't have.