sleep

 The pain of the day overtook the sense of duty to write in the morning, now it is late afternoon and the duty is almost forgotten. But only almost forgotten, there is still that sense of duty to carry on, at least until ten years are done.

Freedom from the arms of sleep was difficult this morning, the weather was cool and the bed warm. And a peculiar headache kept working on the mildly conscious brain. The question in the front of the mind was a query like the letter before zed. And really, why bother at all.

But there are things to do and small projects to complete. But somehow, all these things are just out of focus, as problematic as the failing eyesight. The pictures that were made should be delivered.

Walking through the town today saw that the preparations for the evenings event were in full swing. The town has taken in a lot of money licensing vendors this year, there is more space taken up by these vendors than there was taken by the performers in previous years.

The headache is now worse, now that evening has come.