"Silas Stingy"

Six-hours sleep each night is not cutting it. I try to grab ten minutes here and there: on the train in the morning; in the file room at lunch. Today, on my back in the file room at lunch, entombed in darkness, I enjoyed an exhausted moment of bliss. In a state not conscious but not fully asleep I floated along with "Silas Stingy" from The Who Sell Out (1967). It felt absolutely pure. A prayer.

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Tomorrow I'm leaving town for the weekend. Next post will be Monday.