Deterioration

Hard time finding positions in which it is comfortable to sleep. Once found, each might last anywhere from a few minutes to a couple of hours. Still, they add up to less than eight hours in twenty-four, and I fall farther behind. I might have to go back onto the ibuprofen, as much as I hate it. I need sleep. Rather sleep than eat. Rather sleep than use computer.

A bit hotter today. The light through the mulberry tree would be delightful this afternoon if my eyes had not lost their ability to tolerate brightness.

No morning entry today. Likely none tomorrow. Brain hurts.