How little do you dream about the dangers of the seas

I am still in possession of a massive headache, but I slept a little more than ten hours last night, and at the end of a week of escalating insomnia I'll take it.

I dreamed of a vacation during which I watched and wrote about movies. Especially since the sea was involved, I give my subconscious no credit for subtlety, but I guess it's good to know its wants are in line with my waking ones. I owe a lot of reviews and would enjoy the time to write them. I also dreamed that I had broken my arm and needed it cast, but I had injured the same arm slightly during the day and I suspect I just rolled onto it in my sleep.

I have just begun reading Katherine Addison's The Witness for the Dead (2021). Thara Celehar was my favorite of the supporting cast of The Goblin Emperor (2014) and I am delighted to see him get a book to himself. It is also slightly difficult for me not to think of it as the Ethuveraz analogue of the Kyle Murchison Booth novel I have wanted for years. I am appreciating the presence of opera.

I am involved in a secret project. I haven't been involved in a secret project for years. By nature, I can't say much more about it at present, but it's exciting and a bit weird.