The title is a little disingenuous. Sleep is not a big issue, but I feel the Internet is always pulling me away from sleep, or at least from any kind of mental repose.
If the content seems dull or silly or shallow, I blame the lack of sleep.
Sunday, 9 February 2020
Ciara
Rain drops swarm under the force of Ciara, wetting windows North and South, blowing under the porch. I opened the door to taste them and the trees sounded like the sea.
Youngest made porridge for all. He called it well.
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