When the crocodiles come to visit us in the wee small hours of the morning, even someone with the chutzpah of Mister Punch is only right to feel more than a little bit anxious. This is already on its way to becoming my favorite Nine of Swords ever. Night anxiety is just exactly like having a crocodile in your bed. Speaking of crocodiles, I saw an item on the News Hour recently about an archeological discovery: seems there was a breed of these beasties that walked upright like a man, and stood eight feet tall. I've known some people like that. I've worked for a couple of them.