Daybreaking

My mouse broke, so the computer was off the menu for Sunday. I drank some green tea while helping with dinner. I was tired -- and cold, all day. Watched the 4th episode of Gilgamesh, in the evening.

A sense of being unsettled grew throughout the night. I felt...fretful.

My eyes are tired now -- and I want to sleep. But I want to be awake, doing something, too. I just don't know what it is.

- 12:08 AM

Sleep ran out at the tail (tale?) end of 4 AM, with a strange intricate dream of odd character profiles on 60 Minutes.

I rose with the phrase and, dressed again, went to get a fresh glass of water. The moon was as bright as a searchlight. It cast inky, sharp-edged shadows on the deck. I kept the illumination low, in my room: a visual whisper of one bulb, instead of the full-on chorus of them all.

It is ten after five, now. I said a prayer. My eyes are still tired.

Toutes ces heures...

- 5:19 AM

On the clock, seconds are blinking. The sky is a shadowy shade of lavender. My hair is wet.

I watched Episode 7 of Haibane Renmei again. It seemed to fit the moment.

The air is cool in here.

I am tired, again.

- 7:05 AM

I wrote this on paper, originally. Scavenged one of my old computer mice (mouses?) so I could use my machine again. It is daylight.

Quiet, except for birds...and traffic. Mostly traffic, actually, at the moment...

- 7:51 AM