Henry split for home a while ago, walked the dog, melting into couch, uploading photos. Peretz is asleep beneath my legs, dreaming, twitching.

Wonder when if ever I'm going to be able to stop being busy without scary darkness closing in, it's nice to be getting a lot done, but I'm pretty tired much of the time. No worse than expected anyway.

Maybe I'll drift off, maybe I'll make some phone calls.