Then somehow it did quiet down, and I returned to sleep, and though I woke two or three times again the brain buzz remained in abeyance long enough for me to get a decent amount of rest. I ended up sleeping until three o'clock in the afternoon, which is not good, but at least with daylight saving time it is no wore than two o'clock would have been last week. I did almost succumb to the temptation to nap around ten o'clock in the evening, but hunger distracted me, so I ate something instead. It's lucky I delayed dinner.
Tonight is supposed to get pretty cold, in contrast with the days which grow ever warmer. The diurnal swings in temperature in spring are always a bit distressing for me. I go to sleep pleasantly warm and then wake up too hot and must throw off covers while trying not to wake up completely. I hate multitasking.
It suddenly feels like the wall of sleep is about to fall on me. I'm hitting the hay while I can still drag my carcass into the bedroom. Right after I do this:
All Days Lost Days
by Carol Ann Duffy
in and out of the past,
so many things have died
In and out like a tide,
holds a tiny hologram.
Even this early
I am full of years.
Here are the little gravestones
stands in the wild grass,
watching the future
arrive in a line of big black cars.
lost days, in and out of themselves
and dreaming again and half-