Four hours sleep. Woke to sensation that I'd been clenching my jaw so hard my teeth felt it. Three o' bloody clock. When I'd curled up to rest, had been talking to Sig about supplements that would help memory. That, and eating properly. I've developed a terrible habit of skipping breakfast under the pretext that I'd just eat at work, and then skipping that because from the moment of arrival at the bakery, I'm hustling & grinding.
Apparently tossed & turned so much I managed to push my pillow off the bed. Sig told me yesterday that I've been "sleep-biking" again-- a recurrent thing where I'm either walking or cycling in my dreams. I never remember doing either. The sleep-biking had been in remission; the last time he remembered me doing it was three or four months ago. I know, for myself, that I'm sleeping more soundly & continuously than, say, a year ago.
Dreams? There were. None of your business, suffice it to say they weren't anxiety-driven, nor unpleasant.
Right ankle seems to be healing properly. Fifth day in a row at the bakery. I'll be glad to train the newbie and be done ASAP. Guess I'll ride the bike in. With any luck today I can return to the drawing table. I've got an idea for the final portrait in the Burroughs folio...
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