It feels like I put this week down somewhere safe before promptly forgetting where that was. I've been routinely wide awake and working into the early morning (this seemed to be a sort of premonition), because surprisingly it has been the path of least resistance, and I'm still waiting to feel tired; I catch myself thinking longingly about the slow-but-fast rotation of the planets and everything else in space-time, trying to figure out what or who in the immediate universe is responsible for this awake-ness.