sort of writing...

Jameson has done the impossible and is out like a light, as while he is no longer in immediate danger of dying, he is half-dead. But he's on his way to medical attention and probably an IV feed.

I would be perfectly happy to go back to sleep as well, but I have to go out where it is going to be appallingly warm for january (highs in the low 70s? what?) and look for more excitement. Yesterday I found two broad spear point bases and an argyllite blank for making another one that was (presumably) abandoned when the tip broke off it. They have been sitting there waiting for us to dig them up for about the last 3,000 years.