I'm doing a night shift. Being awake at 4 am in the morning is the hardest time. Listening to the monitor waiting for the call. Between calls I read. Finished the Sea Birds Cry. Started Philip Marsden's Rising Ground. Place is becoming the focus of my reading it seems. And I've started writing up my swimming notes. It was having to send something for the tutorial with Alyson Hallet that made me look at it all. I seem to have a swimming diary running from last september so I'm wondering if I could put a loose monthly structure to it. A year of sea swimming records and ramblings held together with a series of mono prints. I am drifting in my corvid bubble life. I am tired and there seems to be no end to it but I can still swim every morning. It is my place.