May 5, 2020
It is early morning again, too early really. Some part of me wants to go back to sleep but the part that pulls me into the day is too strong. I do this, it seems. I go through periods of uncommon strength and activity interspersed with long slow sleepy times. Just now the windows are rectangular black panes and the house is filled with the sound of air rushing through furnace ducts and ticking and chiming clocks. I am thinking today I may play my piano again. It has been going through a long slow sleepy time of its own.