No sleep...why no sleep?

Last night stretched into small, frustrating pockets of turbulent sleep, but it was mostly wakefulness, reading, eyes strained under the yellow bedroom light. Possession by AS Byatt...a book long ago recommended by Ems, and finally, thanks to the Joondalup Library, I am reading it now. It is a delight.

I went to Freo yesterday for Voicebox, but without having written anything. I sat at a table and had dinner, and listened to the two rather excellent featured poets. Josephine Wilson was especially impressive. I scrawled this and that in my small new notebook, but didn't stay for open mic. I drove back along the shoreline, watching the lights of the cargo ships sway in the wind. Headlights sprayed their rays through the evening fog.

When I went to bed at 930 I thought sleep was a given - I was so unspeakably spent... maybe starting to exercise again, and eat good food and be gentle with myself. These things will help.