Realisation on this Saturday morning:

Suffering from a fair deal of early morning insomnia isn't all that bad in these wartime days: there are always apparent "breaking news" to wake up to.

Unfortunately, my list of duties for the day is almost completely crossed off already - I wish I had a room to clean up and lots of stuff to throw out, I just think that would be a very good thing for my soul. Cleansing. Or whatever.

In any way: I am getting through somehow. Even though even the cat doesn't want to communicate with me.