So I didn't sleep for the last two and a half days, with the result that by evening yesterday I was mentally useless in the extreme. I took a brief walk with
spatch and caught a very clear southwestern view of the departing conjunction, stared at half of We're No Angels (1955) on TCM, and fell over just after midnight. I estimate that I was asleep by one in the morning. I woke up like a shot at six. After lying in the dark for two hours watching the light come in around the edges of the curtains, I got up. I am still perceptibly tired, but no longer approaching the vegetative. And since then I have fed the cats, drunk a glass of orange juice, and made myself breakfast, which I almost never eat. I'm not sure if I have actually reset my schedule or if my circadian rhythms are just confused to the point where my body thinks we just had dinner, in which case the grilled cheese sandwich with roast beef makes perfect sense, but at the waning end of this our hellscape 2020, I'll take it. It's beautifully sunny outside, frost-snap bright. If it weren't below freezing with a pandemic on, I'd go for a walk.
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