Monday, December 15

Mostly I feel fine. Mostly I feel great. Sometimes, occasionally, I don’t. Why should I care, you ask. No reasons at all, I reply. And mean it.

Last night I barely managed to sleep. I kept waking up thinking of things I needed to do which, on inspection from a position of irritated wakefulness, proved fictitious, nonsense or both.

I eventually abandon any attempts to sleep at about six o’clock. I spring out of bed and photograph the door, the way one does.

When I go to sleep tonight I will look back on this as the highlight of my day.