I am not a lark. In truth I would be categorised into the owl avian category. It is 1 o’clock and the cogs of my mind seem to be most efficient. Although I feel a slight physical fatigue, my mind whirs on. I often feel as if going for a walk at this time, in the quiet, but tiredness quickly and suddenly seizes one in the early hours.
I must begin revising soon. It is not a prospect I relish – Ah! Needs must. I will try and write a letter quotidien and more regularly when the fancy seizes me.
May sleep find you swiftly,