Just awful. Exhausted and yet feel as if I will pop a cork.
Can’t find no relief.
Last night mostly slept through; two prior nights had to get up and do meditation to get back to sleep, one at three, yester night, at 4.
Experimented with thyroid. 60 milligrams at 7 and the other sixty coming up at 2:30.
Did 800 calories on machine yesterday, and swam 15 laps in mist, showers, and some rain.
One of the Eagles co-founders died day before yesterday.
Van Morrison turned 70 this last August.
All these people, about my age and generation, kicking the bucket. A downpour, a symphony of bucket kicking.