Up betimes...

Today I must meet with the ministers of state who dispense the peculiar terms under which I inhabit my spare but well air-conditioned apartmentino amidst the splendors of Waikiki.  So carefully I have managed my sleeping hours for a couple of days, and painstakingly allotted myself just the right full amount of amphetamines and lovely lovely full pint of second flush Ruby Darjeeling tea, that I face today's exigeant agenda undaunted; planning to be back here well in time (1:00 p.m.) to admit my maid, the incomprehensible Estrella (who, despite her name, speaks no Spanish) to do my dishes and wash my bedding.  Ha ha.

So I'm lucky--So?

So Hay Golpes en la Vida, tan fuertes ya no sé, but not just now, not to me.