Sleep won’t let me in. From 23.15 to 02.20, a great weight of tiredness, moments of consciousness drift & then there’s the moonlight again. Weirdly, the brightness in the corners of the room is a small comfort. Something atavistic, maybe, from a time when nights were total darkness. I’m strangely alert now, but as the Thane of Cawdor says, it’s ‘sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care’, & when the alarm goes off in 3 hours & 20 minutes, unless sleep does let me in, even if only for a brief, leg-juddering few minutes at REM level, then unravelled I shall be!
Time to lie down.