even the weariest river

Self-sacrifice is evidently productive of cosmic payback. Situation: spending two hours, from 2-4am, sitting by telephone waiting for call from Alaska which, in the event, never transpired. Reward: IT POURED WITH RAIN! My alarm went at 2am, I opened my eyes blearily, and lo! the heavens opened. My garden is happy, I am happy, the court case went well enough not to actually need my testimony, and the students apparently didn't notice that I'd overslept and rushed into class without time to prepare, therefore being forced to wing it. By a bizarre and unlikely coincidence, half the tut I gave ended up being based on the less scurrilous and more authentically medieval bits of the Court of Love I ran at the event last month. Lucky, that. (I had to excise most of Neil's contributions, obviously... ;>)

And, thank heavens, I can go to bed early tonight, and am by this stage so tired that I doubt I'll have the usual insomnia problems, which means I may have the sleep patterns ironed out and folded tidily by this weekend. *winds somewhere safe to sea*. Insomnia in my case is mostly bad habit. Am contemplating purchasing a small but servicable rubber mallet and ceremonially dinging myself on the forehead every night. That'll teach 'em. *eyes rebellious cerebellum sternly*