11/1/09 last night's moon so full of itself it pushed into my room and sleep the curtains couldn't hold it out because of its shining all night I dreamt I was awake unrested I got up on time I am not ready for the life I live now many nights like this one legs slow to work I stumble after rising the sun breaks the frost the moon has retired westward she has aged as much as I have these six decades but shows it less an example to me I suppose