Lost time

A miasma of computer weirdness and lack of contact; somehow a day or so has been misplaced.
Nice Sunday gym session with one friend, and on into the new week.
Nearing the end of Harry Mathews' novel titled Cigarettes, alhtough I'm not sure why it was called that. Strange and engaging mix of what seems like straightforward narrative and wigginess. I'll be looking for more of his work.