Early start

Look at me go! Awake by 5am! By 6.30am I have put on a cycle of laundry, tidied up the kitchen, laid out breakfast for the griblets, sent three email messages about rockwatching, drama and art, and picked up Dig from the airport.

Howzat!

(Please be impressed. Because by 9am I am home again and, thanks to the caffeine, have become one of the living dead, unable to live and unable to die, staring fixedly out the window wearing a glazed expression, possibly dribbling slightly. I stay like that until I topple sideways at 9pm when someone covers me up with an old coat.)