A fairly large adjustment

 I stayed up a little late, listing things, and went to bed around 2AM. 

I woke up around 10, and started in reading the book I'd left at my bedside, and read not only that one but a much longer one, "The 25th Hour" by C. Virgil Georgiu which is about WWII. Mainly about the hellish life of concentration camps, and jails, and jail hospitals, and Displaced Person camps, and internment camps, in which people were often bounced around from one to the other for 10 years or more. It stayed true to history except at the end where the Americans are recruiting Eastern Europeans into some kind of volunteer legions against Eastern Europe; it's that or go back into camps indefinitely. The main protagonist had been in camps by this time something like 15 years and had only been a day or two before released from one and reunited with his family - wife, teenage boy already working, younger boy, and a little half-Russian child, the product of his wife's rape while he was gone. 

I'm getting more into reading books because due to the little free libraries it seems there's quite a supply, and mainly because YouTube has become just about unusable. It's OK for short things, like if I want to hear some snippet of music or how an exercise in the very popular Trevor Wye flute beginner book sounds. But forget anything like a documentary or a movie. It's just not a thing that can be done any more. 

This is a pretty big change for me, but a necessary one as the internet is not going to get any better, but only progressively worse. 

But interestingly, reading an even halfway-decent book is more engaging than anything online. And the stuff online is so dumbed-down. To give an example, back when it was possible, I watched first a recent documentary on Alan Turing. Then, because it came up as something similar, a much older one from the 1960s or so, both by the BBC. It was no contest. The older one was really excellent while the new one was pabulum.