Gather your strength in the strange somehow

Rabbit, rabbit! To inagurate the new month, I may have slept as much as ten or eleven hours. It feels extremely unfair that I should still be tired. On the other hand, I dreamed of a rediscovered short film by Powell and Pressburger, previously known to exist only in work-print fragments, although the way its characters eddied out of time in the sensible, in-camera fashion of the Archers, it seemed just as likely that the film had not been there in its canister five minutes before someone looking for a reel of something completely different in the BFI vaults reached for it. Yesterday was brilliant cold October; today is November overcast as rain. We had no further trick-or-treaters, but the door still turned in the year.