The inestimable and lovely Susan Lee is in town, so I joined her for a delightful dinner, and got home past midnight. I used to do this sort of thing -- okay, not all the time, but occasionally. It feels weird, being up so late. Weird, but good. I wouldn't want to make a habit of it. I felt the need to take a photo to prove that I was actually there, on the train coming home at midnight, although of course, the photo proves nothing. I think I'm tired. I'll leave you with this third photo, of a giant wormhole opening up in the sky, and massive pan-dimensional creatures from the nether hells about to devour us all. Or, you know, the moon behind some clouds. Could be that too.