August 2, 2025

Turbulence last night. I woke in the last dark so sick I had to totter to the bathroom, and once in the bathroom heard something moving in the garden, which I assumed was not an animal because animals are silent. Turned off the light and looked, saw nothing. At that moment light was coming, and I satisfied myself that nothing bigger than a bird stirred in the garden. Did not get back to sleep. In dreams I was constantly being left without a ride by my companions at remote diners– in deserts, on craggy shores– from which I had to find a ride home.