Tuesday, 19 October 2010
I woke to the smell of fresh bread. It was 0547 (don't you just hate digital clocks?). I had to be up reasonably early this morning anyway to take Gaz to the airport.
So by around ten minutes past 6 o'clock (the kitchen clock isn't digital) I was sitting at the breakfast bar with a cup of tea and toasted fresh bread smothered in Marmite and a sliced tomato pondering the day to come.
At 0413, however, I had been a less happy bunny. That was the time I had last looked at the clock before I crossed the Lethe again. By that time sleep had alluded me for an hour. I had woken at 0312 and been unable to get back to sleep despite Satie's Gnossiennes doing their utmost to lull me there. That was after I'd decided to get up and start my day really early by catching up with a few blog posts - and then thought better of it. Laying awake is so unusual for me and made me appreciate what some people have to put up with as a matter of course.
Now I've been up for three hours and am ready to face the day with a new mindset having read Pauline's post Slow Down and having resolved that I would stop getting my knickers in a twist as I always do as the time to leave for my New Zealand life draws near.
As I look out from the Study I look at the sky and wonder what on earth that holds for us today: