Lost time?

I felt very tired when I was writing my last posting, so went and lay down. I shut my eyes and was irritated by the noise of car engines, seagulls, children playing, and a dog barking. I kept turning round to try and get comfortable. The next thing I remember is waking up thinking about a hilly place that I've dreamed of previously. I must have slept for an hour and a half. As I perform the second coffee and fags ceremony of the day, I feel wonderfully healed by the sleep I've just had. The brain is a remarkable organ. Even my brain is, sometimes.