Late; sleepy

As we veer away from the full moon... and the weather returns to the dim gray rainy quality it's had so much for the past weeks.

A sense of impending complication, entanglement, or loss; of ventures foundering, of things not going... well, as planned.

As though the entire idea of planning things, of trying to engineer life and events, is innately dangerous, and always leads to disappointment – or to things costing more than anyone expected that they would: the bargains of Faust, of the magician, who is finally left with nothing...

Perhaps it is nothing; or the doubtful dreams of a middle-aged man.

To bed....