2/17/13: Slept all day. Again. Maybe I just need to sleep more on weekdays. Walter Mitty Jr. was just about to go to bed when the doorbell rang. When he ignored it, the bell rang again. And again. And again. "Yes?" he said as he opened the door. Then shut it immediately, heart racing. I didn't see that, he told himself. This is just a dream. Yeah. I'm really asleep and this is just a dream. Or a nightmare. "Excuse me?" whoever was outside the door said. "Could I have just a few minutes? Please?" Walter opened the door again. It took an effort of will to refrain from shutting it. "Who - uh, what are you?" he demanded. "I'm a swimmer," came the reply. "A swimmer," Walter said. In fact, there was very little else he could have been. He wore a striped black and white swimsuit that might have been passed down from father to son since the 19th century. It covered everything but the head, arms, and legs in a show of modesty that was downright Victorian. And if that wasn't enough to identify him, he wore a swimming cap. "Could you come back later?" Walter asked. Maybe in a couple hundred years? "I was just about to hit the sack." The swimmer's face brightened. "You were? Great, looks like I'm just in time." "For what?" "I'm subbing for the Sandman this week. Don't worry, I'm fully qualified for the job." Walter slammed the door in his face. There was a frantic pounding at the door for quite some time after that, but a couple of ear plugs kept the noise from disturbing his much needed sleep.