So, to continue, it was about 0430 when I hit Tarislar, and close to an hour later by the time I’d found a flophouse that would take me. I didn’t have much choice, which is the only reason I ended up at the rat-infested flea circus called The Promise. (Promise of what? Bed bugs, or a nice skin rash maybe?) Into bed by 0540, call it, for twelve-plus hours of blissful, uninterrupted sleep ... .