HEAVY day yesterday. I was working at home, trying a solve a series of knotty programming problems, and I guess it got to me because just after 7pm I suddenly felt incredibly sleepy. So I lay down to take a little nap—and the next thing I knew, it was almost 7am.
And I woke up remembering a dream: I was reading to some kids (I think one of them might have been my granddaughter) from a book by Einstein, about relativity. The point being that I was able to pass on ideas and thoughts from a guy who died before I was born, all because we invented writing. Sometimes, we humans do the coolest things.