Fri Dec 22 13:10:50 EST 2017

Slept from one to noon, although I woke for a bit around seven.

Dreamt that I was walking around Huntley Square in the early spring, and a robin talked to me.
It recited a poem.
Unfortunately, I can't remember the poem, except:

- menacing in tone
- four or five lines
- short to medium line length, like iambic pentameter
- the second-to-last line was a repetition of the first line

Read another chapter of The Owl Service when I woke up.

High of thirty-five. 40% chance of rain or snow.

Goals:
- Make notes about AJAX fetch
  Done.
  https://paulgorman.org/technical/javascript-ajax-fetch.txt
- Shift back to a sane sleep schedule (don't eat after seven, lights-out before midnight)
  Not completely.

Finished watching the third season of Broadchurch.

Lunch: coffee, tocquitos
Dinner: frozen pizza