Windy windy windy morning after a night of more or less solid sleep punctuated by weird dreams about John Romita and occasional beep-screeches from NuHerbie WRT insulin and battery running low, I can report that my little pocket pancreas is fully recharged and loaded with precious life-preserving insulin (yay) and though we still live in a world without John Romita (boo) at least we'll always have his work (yay) but yeah, damn, it's windy. 55º: running in shorts and holding on for dear life day today. New album from The Smile out today – and it's really good.