Just got back from Baguio. Have not showered. Have not slept. Have not seen Manny Pacquiao’s fight yet. Have not a single thing to write about, or the strength to write. I spent the last four hours listening to non-stop country music, my service vehicle driver’s choice of poison. He was, I think, a little drowsy, so he turned the volume all the way up. (Speakers-cracking up.) Was it the longest four-hour trip I ever had? Hmmm. Does Dolly Parton sleep on her back?