Finally, sleep. It was artificially induced. But who am I to complain? I don't even remember what time I finally went to bed. It was as if I was already sleeping by then. I don't know how much more of the insomnia I can take. I've already catalogued its effects here perhaps too much already, so I'll spare the reader any more of my whining...
Besides, today is a day of celebration. I heard a sound yesterday that was as familiar a sound as there is possible to be. But unexpected as it was it came to my mind as an explosion of joy. In the many years that I have loved music I have never heard anything so surprising and simple and beautiful before. I can still hear the echoes of it in my mind, endlessly looping.
More on this vital subject later.