Sleep

When I went to bed I listened again to the second cd of Les Fetes d'Hebe. There is something very cerebral about Rameau which I feel a great affinity with. I did sleep badly. I only woke up once at 4am, and it took me ages to settle down again. I felt very agitated and had a headache, as I'd been dreaming about my last job, and about one or two of the nastiest little specimens it has ever been my misfortune to encounter. After that I nodded off but woke up time after time, eventually getting up at half past seven.