music: “Rabbit In Your Headlights,” Unkle w/Thom Yorke
I like the sounds Delia makes when she’s sleeping. Soft, contented little sighs.
I’ve been up since 5:30 this morning, and I’m not sure why I found it a priority to post an entry before I stagger into bed now, after midnight, but here I am. I’m feeling oddly strong tonight, maybe emotionally, maybe physically. Things are in that eerily transitory phase, and I seem to have one foot on the left shore, one foot on the right, waiting for the gap between to come close enough to jump.
But I’m off to bed.