Too tired to do this

Number 9 Dream by David Mitchell is growing on me. I woke up early this morning and read more of this novel. Someone compared him to William Gibson, but I think it's primarily due to the setting in Japan, much of it in Tokyo. Mitchell doesn't have the edge on his writing that Gibson does. he does have a bit more humor, however.
The afternoon climbing gym session wound up being exhausting, as I was drawn to throw myself on the hardest problems I could possibly do. That's the pleasure of it, in its twisted way.
Maybe it will be useful if I ever have to escape a tsunami.