In bed at 10:00. A few minutes before, in fact. At 11:41ish (yes, I looked at the clock) I gave up. It's now 3:54. I've gone to the end of the Internet and back (well, no, but I did read a bunch of forum postings on TWOP), and I've finished - totally - a draft of the article.
Now what? Watch 80s videos on YouTube until it's time to get ready to go swimming? Sit and read more of the Emily Carr books I've been working through? Crawl into bed for one hour or so of just lying there?
I hate this.
If I doze off in a meeting or two tomorrow, it won't be too out of the ordinary, but it will be forgivable, I hope.
Ah, to be in the state of rest shown here.
NYC in January 2003. I was too deep asleep to realize Conrad was up to mischief with the camera. Hmmm, should I sneak into the bedroom and take a stealth photo of him, swaddled in his many layers?
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