So much for the day of rest
A while ago I said that my days were going backwards - I was only getting going by the time I had to get ready for bed again.
Well, now the procedure seems to have slammed into reverse. This morning, for example. was not the usual - admittedly rubbish - routine of sleep until 11 am, stagger round until 1pm, begin to engage brain by 3pm etc.
The scene: A bedroom. The curtains are closed, there is the sound of rain. A double bed is positioned against one wall; two lumps - people, of course - are under the quilt. FOOTLING is only visible by her hand clutching the quilt and her mop of hair on the pillow.
FOO'S BRAIN: Hey, wake up! Time to get up! Time to do stuff!
Foo: Unh..... Uh?
Brain: Yup. Wake up! It's morning!
Foo (sleepily): Are you sure?
Brain (bright and shiny): Sure? Of course I'm sure.
Foo: But, Brain.... It's still dark.
Brain: No it's not.
Foo: Yes it is. I've put my head out from under the covers and there's no difference. It's still dark.
Brain: Well, it's still morning.
Foo (suspiciously): What time in the morning?
Brain: Ummm....
Foo: C'mon - out with it!
Brain: About four?
Foo: That is NOT morning.
Brain: It is! It's dawn! Well, it will be in an hour or so. Starting to be. On the edges... Listen! A bird calling! It's morning!
Foo groans and pulls the covers back over her head.....
So guess who got up at ten past six?
No words yet, but some revisions, a review or two (personal consumption only) and lots of surfing. Oh - and the vital task of reorganising my bookmarks. Yes, I know..... But I'm still awake! I feel awake! I can't believe it. I think I shall go and get them now.
*swaps lump hammer for word-hunting club*
Well, now the procedure seems to have slammed into reverse. This morning, for example. was not the usual - admittedly rubbish - routine of sleep until 11 am, stagger round until 1pm, begin to engage brain by 3pm etc.
The scene: A bedroom. The curtains are closed, there is the sound of rain. A double bed is positioned against one wall; two lumps - people, of course - are under the quilt. FOOTLING is only visible by her hand clutching the quilt and her mop of hair on the pillow.
FOO'S BRAIN: Hey, wake up! Time to get up! Time to do stuff!
Foo: Unh..... Uh?
Brain: Yup. Wake up! It's morning!
Foo (sleepily): Are you sure?
Brain (bright and shiny): Sure? Of course I'm sure.
Foo: But, Brain.... It's still dark.
Brain: No it's not.
Foo: Yes it is. I've put my head out from under the covers and there's no difference. It's still dark.
Brain: Well, it's still morning.
Foo (suspiciously): What time in the morning?
Brain: Ummm....
Foo: C'mon - out with it!
Brain: About four?
Foo: That is NOT morning.
Brain: It is! It's dawn! Well, it will be in an hour or so. Starting to be. On the edges... Listen! A bird calling! It's morning!
Foo groans and pulls the covers back over her head.....
So guess who got up at ten past six?
No words yet, but some revisions, a review or two (personal consumption only) and lots of surfing. Oh - and the vital task of reorganising my bookmarks. Yes, I know..... But I'm still awake! I feel awake! I can't believe it. I think I shall go and get them now.
*swaps lump hammer for word-hunting club*