Sleep, and lots of it.

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Most likely a good thing.  I have been shunting sleep severely and if unwisely necessarily.  Dreams.  Sweet, pleasant, being tended and tending another.  Not in some specific or worldly way.  A strange song seems to have captured the ideas, assuming the words match the visuals.  I have lost my taste of the tongue.  Just désert, simply désert?


Back to bed.  I think I'll let the girls in.  The little heifers crowd my space, if this isn't at all bad as rest finally begins to restore.  Good night again.