Lovely night, interplay between near full moon & cloud, backlit brown-orange wisp, smoke from a bombed-out town, grotesque candelabra, etc.

Too darn humid, though, left feeling foul. Showered, slipped into pjs, settling into a symphony of scifi TV, Moravagine and the thousand sad love songs in my head.

Have come back to myself enough to start making elaborate & implausible long-term plans, they all have one thing in common, allowing me to drink coffee at night when I feel like it without worrying if I'll be able to sleep. Love to drink coffee at night.