Moment

Patti Smith is singing to me
last night I read the words, did you read them too?

It grows dark, so that I shall have to put a light on soon to (try to) avoid keyboard errors.

I spent my day on a training course, fighting sleepiness in a classroom. Awful. At home I can get up, dance, run up the stairs, do exercises, sing. In a classroom I just began to feel almost ill with the desire to close my eyes and the inner command not to. The day like some weird dream of being on a course. Not a bad course, but I couldn't as they say engage.

Sleep is improving little by little but 5 or 6 hour nights, though better than the 3 or 4 hour ones which preceded them, still result in a close acquaintance with depths and shades and nuances of tiredness previously unguessed at.

It is raining, roofs shining in the fading light.

The orange streetlight is a shower head, raindrops spraying out from it as if to wash a giant's hair.