Five o'clock, and it still looks like night. Moonlight and starlight are calming. I'm pleased that the nights are getting longer, and even more pleased that they are getting cooler. I have no idea what is happening with my virus, though. It seems to have stalled. It gets no worse; it gets no better. I'm still unable to concentrate for long, and my mind wanders through ethereal images which vanish before I am able to capture them. It's a bit like waking from a disintegrating dream, but with the state continuing all day and all night. How long this weirdness might continue I couldn't say. It's not entirely unpleasant, yet always a bit disconcerting -- rather like being lost in a strange but beautiful place. I can probably deal with it for a few more days, if I must. Eventually, I'll want to be rational again. Well, insofar as I'm ever rational. I will try going to sleep now, and probably have more of the vivid dreams I've had the last couple of days. May I not be awakened prematurely this time! That experience always exacerbates my muddled state.