At about that moment this morning, something stirred - whether it was 'Salina speaking up at her somnambulant playmates, whether it was the cantabile snores of V - heck, perhaps it was Eddie sending through psychic "feed me, entertain me, let me out" chants that snapped me from slumber to ticking my mind over and over and over and - doggarn it!
(I wouldn't put it past that cat)
After my twenty minutes of "by goodness I am lying here and trying to make my mind understand it will not win this battle" (which my mind countered with money, family, futures, work, meals, animal psychology, the meaning of life, laundry lists and motherhood) the cogniscense that today was 03/06/09 (by Aussie calendric reckoning - not so "oooh prescient" in certain sectors of the Northern Hemisphere, no doubt).
This blog has been written in at least seventeen ways since that moment between sleeping and weeping for the need... (oh, and I cleaned the kitchen too)
We must be glad for the escape of at least thirteen of them.
One of them would have been so poignant you would have kept looking at the top of the page to wonder who was guest posting.
I am sure one of them would have had you all nodding and thinking "oh yeah, me too" and then we all would have cried.
There was one that may well have got a lot up in arms and we could have had some warfare in comments - good thing that one cantered into the pre-dawn sky.
Unfortunately for you, this is what we got - another post of nothing, all about me and going nowhere.
Ah well, there is always tomorrow.