Still can’t sleep much. Keeping me company of late are the likes of Henry James, Anton Chekhov, Thomas Hardy, Gustave Flaubert, James Joyce, D H Lawrence, Frank O’Connor, and Leo Tolstoy. I try to learn something from each, even as I read for sheer pleasure. I also find myself listening to a lot of Bruce Cockburn, which is a new thing for me. Then there is the usual, Peter Gabriel, Beethoven, along with some Brahms for the first time in my life. When I can’t read or listen any more I play the guitar. So it goes. Life is good, and insomnia has its perks.