The slow start of my brain today reminded me of subzero mornings in Boston, rushing into the car, somehow feeling colder inside than outside the icy metal box and waiting for the heat to kick in. Waiting and waiting. I was never good at that. It was 12pm today and I found I had not done anything useful. Some guy randomly cold-calls and wants information on asylum seeking. I don’t have to help him since he is not a client, but I do and I wish him luck. I would like to seek asylum as well. A warm room with an easel where a slab of meatloaf and some mushy peas will be brought to me each evening, and I will have to think of nothing but how yellow do I want my yellow.

How yellow *do* I want my yellow? Pretty yellow, I should say.

Nonsense. Hello, reader, it is about time you heard from us germs, we are running the show over here now having taken over the organism. We are going to run it much more efficiently. We like warmth, food and self-replication. Don’t know if we get into this journal-ing business much. Please stop by and say hello to us personally. Come closer, you smell nice. Much closer.