Awake

And mightily annoyed about it. Just felt the collar of my t-shirt (which I had slept in) and discovered that it is quite wet with sweat. No wonder I'm feeling dehydrated.

The sky is clear and quite bright, red in the east; the narrow crescent moon is already about 45° high. The streetcars are running, the first cars are on the road (few, at long intervals). But where are the birds? there's not a twitter of a dawn chorus to be heard. Perhaps they too are on holiday? ("Too" because the city is empty, school holidays began last week.)

[Later] I stood on the balcony for a while, enjoying the cool, moist morning air, thinking about having stood on the balcony some six hours earlier enjoying the cool, moist night air, and decided to stay up. This isn't insomnia, it's just getting up early. I shall walk downtown to that nameless square and have a cappuccino at the Café Eberhard, then do some work on my database.