Sleepless in Stroud

Some days, it's not so much about what happened as about what didn't happen. I didn't sleep well last night, losing several hours. I had a strange dream when I drifted off, and when I awoke I found that part of it had come true. Someone whom I care about, who had appeared compromised in the dream, turns out to be in a bad way.

I didn't go climbing either, because LA has a bad back.
Tomorrow is another day....