Friday morning in the world, you know, except for that International Dateline thing. On the other side of that it's either Thursday or Saturday, and that confuses me. I'm an old man, goddamnit. Perhaps I should start again. Friday morning in my part of the world, Northern California, where I have been a suburban hermit now for several years. As a young man I was an urban hermit. I had hermitages in San Francisco, Baltimore, Dallas, New Orleans and elsewhere. Just none in a cave or a hut like one might picture a hermit. I'm willing to do that, but I am an older fellow, and now lack both the time and energy to set it up. The urban hermitages of my youth were excellent, especially San Francisco. A brilliant main library, many used book stores, art house movies, no need for a car. Everything I owned fit into a footlocker and a duffel bag. Nice. Baltimore's main library was also a gas. After my 7 or 8 years as an urban hermit I became a family man and a functioning rat in...