Midstream, starling and getting to sleep.

1. It's a day when I'm stepping from appointment to task to event to task to event. Two things get cancelled -- and breathe.

2. At the front door, I glance around to find the starling who is dropping electronic blips and bloops and clicks from a high place -- he's on next door's TV aerial, sifting the airwaves for the latest sounds.

3. I bring myself round to sleep -- last thing there's hard science fiction in Rendezvous with Rama and then in the small hours, a collection of death scenes by Turgenev.

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