
The birds are singing in the darkness. The wind is up. I woke up two hours ago and couldn't get back to sleep.
(from the Bellingham Herald Webcam, overlooking Bellingham Bay and islands.)
5:08 a.m., with nearly full moon visible behind the clouds:

5:17 a.m.:

6:00 a.m. view from my porch:
Now I'm feeling sleepy.
10:35 a.m.:
Slept deeply for 4 hours, then picked up where I left off a few months ago in my second reading of INVISIBLE HEROES: SURVIVORS OF TRAUMA AND HOW THEY HEAL, by Belleruth Naperstek. Got up for the day after reading these words:
"Facing my own limitations, in spite of my own deep needs to make a meaningful contribution -- that has been rough."
(the words of New Yorker in the aftermath of September 11)
For the last few weeks, I've been studying 6 hours a day, 5 days a week, with the plan of being employed again. I am facing my own limitations and going forward anyway. Tomorrow I'll be getting the proofs for my book. Stagefright?
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