"O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
And shall I couple hell? — O, fie! — Hold, my heart;
And you my sinews grow not instant old, but bear me
— Shakespeare, Hamlet, I.v.
I got tired very early last night. In fact after supper I went
to bed at 5:00 p.m. and slept pretty much through until 5:00 a.m.
this morning. I guess the past few days caught up with me.
And I had some good dreams. It's all a little bit hazy, but
I remember something about music, the violin, and if I'm not
mistaken Valentina Lisitsa made a brief appearance.
Which is a lot different than the way it has been these past
years. Before my recent surgery brought my blood oxygen level
up, the poor oxygen I was getting at night, even with the oxygen
cannula on, produced some pretty terrible dreams, horrible weird
stuff that didn't seem connected to my life at all but seemed to
emanate from some level of Dante's hell. Even knowing the dreams
were the product of low oxygen I was beginning to wonder about
myself, about what dark things might be inside of me.
But, no. Turns out I'm okay, that it's a matter of body — not