even' song

In the mackerelled deep blue moon ladenned sky the night slips into day..
  Spoke to Gill this evening on this the occasion of her daughters running (and finishing) the London marathon...Beatrice Hendry,( who's brilliant first RSC exhibition opened on Friday ) exhausted but happy ran the twenty six miles with the heart breaking logo (in memory of my daddy) on the back of her t shirt....Gills her mum and Barry was her dad and my friend and the drummer in our band(sweet blindness).... in the old church on the day of his funeral to most of those three hundred people who packed together on that emotionally charged day their best friend had died....

early morning taking a break eye's stinging very tired...
  lots of driving weather overcaste but (at the moment) dry....
    Saturday evening and the young population's out on the town...
      another twenty minutes of the break left.then back into the van..

awake briefly after again, a brief sleep, working tonight(1900/0500
 a bagel/cheese and drink..
   this post amd soon back to sleep's champion facet(apart from dreams) oblivion