I’m calling it a day! Roaming around home, time stretched itself in a large Now. And since I’m allergic to physical fitness, Moore seemed suddenly totally irrelevant. Life on the other hand went on as usual, with a six day stretch of Magnificent creations. Heck, even Magic Johnson seems to have reached the shores of Never Never land. And one of the natives even came to bring him her cookie. Well, my local witchdoctor just brewed me a dark delight, so I guess I’ll call it a night like the guy in white Satin, on that seventh day….