Sleep is supposed to be, By souls of sanity, The shutting of the eye.
Sleep is the station grand Down which on either hand The hosts of witness stand!
Morn is supposed to be, By people of degree, The breaking of the day.
Morning has not occurred! That shall aurora be East of eternity;
One with the banner gay, One in the red array, — That is the break of day.
Sleep is supposed to be a natural event. You put your body in bed, your head on the pillow and off you go to slumberland. It hasn’t happened of late.
Insomnia or restless leg syndrome – doesn’t really matter, I can’t sleep. Last night I was up till 5, went to sleep and awakened about 11. Got sleepy and 4 hours fell away while I listened to Madame Blanc on Acorn. Woke around 3:30. Impossible to get anything done except eating between naps. Maybe tomorrow.
Heading to bed soon to watch Gazebo with Glenn Ford while I work on the Illinois photo book.
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