I lay in bed for hours. All the Ambien alone, without the Valium, and without the anti-seizure meds, should be putting me out. But my mind keeps grinding at a thousand interlocking, ever-shifting problems.
The sun has risen. So much less night here than in Atlanta. In the summer, it seems Providence gets hardly any night at all.
I took two photos, a few moments ago. Is this proof of something? Am I trying to communicate something? I have no idea.
My office. This one really gives a pretty good idea of what the inside of my head feels like.
Sunrises over a wet and cloudy Providence, from the front parlor windows.
A plane passing overhead.
I have so much to do in the next five days. How I will do it in this state is beyond me. I am well and truly delirious.