Genova on No Sleep

Sunday. Took the train to Genova this morning after sleeping so little that I briefly considered my ticket an advanced reading exercise. Dad met me, looked at my face and said, `”Good night?”` I said yes. He said, `”Coffee?”` Excellent parenting. Tia met me later and immediately objected to the fact that I had come to Genova in a condition unsuitable for conversation. She then talked enough for both of us. We walked by the sea and I became approximately human by late afternoon.

Remember me, Eclipse.