5 am

It’s still dark and somewhere two birds are singing, beautiful trills and chirrups fill the air.

My head is full of other things though, but then it usually is, and right now it seems to be full of random thoughts about work.

Which is why, I think, I’m awake.

I’m a bit pissed off with my brain to be honest, it knows fine well I’m not feeling well yet did everything it could to urge me from my slumber and, despite my best efforts to stay tucked up under the warm sanctuary of the duvet, an hour after wakening I decide to give up and get up.

I’m sure I’ll be fine. You only need 5 hours sleep, right?

Of course getting up at 5am signals to a certain small black cat that perhaps, maybe, there might be the possibility of, if it’s not too much trouble, and if I remind you by nibbling on your leg every 10 seconds, it might just be time to put some cat food into a bowl.

He’s two hours too early though so tough.

Instead I’ll sit here quietly, listening to the dawn symphony and ponder the beautiful things in life.

Because, frankly, TV at 5am is utterly shit.

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Doing my best to find a balance.

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mum says:

If I had known that I would have contacted you for a blether as I was getting RSI from 2 hours of Mahjong Titans! Your birds’ relatives were doing the same here and had been from just after 3 a.m. Is it really starting to get light that early already?
Hope I don’t doze off when we do our relaxation techniques at Tai Chi this morning.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to the 4/16ths of you that is Irish – there’s something for you to mull over when you can’t sleep tonight!

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