I wake at 7:19 am. Apparently all rhyme or reason has vanished from sleep. Stephen and I get up at exactly the same time. Willi remains cozy at the foot of the bed. Not only is it frozen outside, but my mind is saying that the freeze is deep and extends to the rut I am in.
Perhaps I need to do the hokey-pokey and turn it all around. Wish I had more to say, but sometimes less is more. Anyone else is in a rut? Tell me about it! It's all yours.
And so the day begins…
Yes, but it's a rut I am forced into. It seems that 2002 is repeating itself. Only problem is, I can't repeat 2002; so come hell or high water, I am not going to! Finding the way out is the hard part, though. But I'm determined. ;)