The day started a tad early to my liking.
3am, and my mind, seeing a chink in my consciousness, whirred into overdrive.
Every time sane me would plea "more sleep please" it would take a tangent and weave an elaborate list of what I should do, what I need to do, how much I need to do it and why.
At 3.11 I warmed some milk and begged for just a nap before I have to emerge from slumber.
At 3.19 my mind was still harping and carping - it blogged, it boasted of the beauty of what I could do should I rise, I cursed and it sang with "get up" tunes and threatened to drive me insane.
At 3.23 it took a different tack, and pondered on the placement of the cat, somehow making philosophy out of the furball's desire to sleep on my feet - lucky Eddie.
At 3.29 I tossed and turned, trying to switch off. Then I gave up.
Therefore I have been up already 3 hours - not a great deal to show for it, true, but while the world of people slumbered I stumbled around some of my internet haunts, sorted my home-based workload and started that doggarned list.
And then I looked outside.
The clouds were the most amazing range of reds and pinks. There was a rainbow adorning the Western sky. Two kangaroos were grazing in the park across the road. The birds began their morning song.
And I realised that there was one more thing to add to my list this morning - counting my blessings.
And really, even the early waking was a blessing - who knows how much I would have missed otherwise?