A night of broken sleep followed by a morning of sleep and strange pains, muscles tired, aching, as if having worked hard, perhaps the past week of walking through the corridors of the university taking pictures of talking heads at a congress.
And watching the scientists parties at night, taking pictures to aid some then inebriated memory.
A long sleep and a deep rest.
and sill in bed at eleven.
slow to recover now.
It is the first day of a two day weekend, the aching feet will have finished aching tomorrow.
It is a grey sky outside now, just half past eleven, and a diffuse light from the sun.
It is peaceful now, that is the main thing.
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