Sleep

Purple flowers at Mount Sutro the other day

I didn’t get much sleep last night, so I’ve been reflecting on where lack of sleep lands me. Right now, I feel loopy and sort of comically hopeless—not deeply hopeless, just temporarily and utterly bereft of the ability to care. I kept it together for the big-production moments of the day, but I’m cratering now at the margins. I will sleep for as long as I can tonight.