R2E #48*: "When a Man is Tired of London..."

He should sit next to me. We'd have a plenty to talk about. WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY PETER MOORE

TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS AFTER THE START of my daily journal entries, my iron-man writing streak nearly came to an end. I plum forgot to write that night, and shut off the light. But sleep didn’t come easily for me, then or ever, so my mind eventually wandered onto my new habit. That was bound to happen more than a few times in the 15,000 sleepy/drunken/concup…