Nothing - The Day That Died

A fitful sleep marked by dehydration led to an unconfident morning assessing the degree of my recovery. I was able to eat and shower but remained in my pyjamas feeling sore and dispirited. Such light as there was made me think of my cameras and that I was in no position to use them. I hate to miss the Sunday Times but really could not be bothered to get it. I was gradually feeling better but also numb, disinterested and unfocused. I hoped that the NFL Championship games would lift me.

And so day turned to night.