February 17th, 2020

Early Morning

My mother got me up at four to pick her bedside lamp off the floor. I should have preferred to sleep through.

I had a dream where I was in a communal kitchen cooking pork steaks while an amateur production of Hamlet played in the next room. I was there to support the lead actor who seemed to be the only member of the cast who knew his lines.

At around seven we had a flurry of hail. At nine thirty the sun is shining.