Temperance society meeting, Friday midnight.

Possibly winding down. Temperate today. Night will be the test.

So tired.

Burning bridges, then icing them over.

Worst night for cycling through flashes. At least eight, maybe twelve, leaving little time for sleep. Wake, sweat, uncover, chill, cover, nap. Repeat.

Unwell throughout the day, but that might be the pollen talking.