I Knew That Felt Like A False Dawn.

It wasn't energy that woke me up earlier. It was headache.

Meanwhile my father's hypochondria is flaring up. He's insisting he goes to the Emergency Department.

I assume the police will be meeting us there. To make the required arrests.

After all.

Yesterday, the fool of Kabul Airport was merely getting struck off the medical register.

Now it's going to have to be custodial, I'm afraid.