This is not an entry

I have little to say, except that it occurs to me that I should keep a record of my insomnia. Things have been worse than usual for several weeks running, now, including several nights of no sleep at all. It's only just gone past two, I'm about to go up and lie down again. When the other household insomniac drawing you being insomniac has gone to sleep, it's time to try going back to bed. The music over the headphones has become a drone.

Early summer in February

This is at once both ludicrous and glorious. I'm quite certain the temperature is above 70 degrees, and walking in a t-shirt and jeans I was sweating. Between the heat and the music I was nostalgic for Africa.
Others may be taking advanatage of the weather as well, and I ultimately gave in and slipped the rent check through the mail slot. Every time I tried the office the 'back later' sign with the clock was up on the door, but the truly aggravating catch was that the time on the clock changed every time, pushed back to allow them, last I checked, a good three or four hour lunch.
I would have liked to take a longer walk, actually, but I couldn't summon the energy. I intend to go again with Bridgie this afternoon, so I suppose that makes up for it.