7.30am this morning and I was lamenting being awake. Only those with small children are awake at this time on a Sunday, I thought. We were at my cousin's wedding yesterday and even though Ana had been up (with Ian. Thanks!) since 5.30am that morning and didn't go to bed until 10pm, still she wanted to get up and rock at 7.30 this morning. Lordy.
Then I read this on Sarah's blog and felt immediately better. I am thinking of you, Mairi, and everyone else who walks the path of warpy thoughts between the washing machine and the imagination. What did Charles Bukowski know about getting up at 5.30am on a Saturday against his will, eh?!