I get this feeling when I'm in love or writing a novel. It's a madness, a sense of being wired 24/7. I lose the ability to stop, to sleep, to idle. to chill. Even if I'm not doing anything, the internal radar is constantly checking for possibilities. I've got that feeling right now, which is why I'm at the Mac after five hours sleep. The eyes, as you see, are proverbial pissholes in the snow:-) And I only managed five hours the night before, too. Is it the prospect of work that has me sloughing off the sluggishness of recent months, the mental and physical atrophy? Yikes! The seder was just great despite one Holy Joe who tried resisting efforts to skip large parts of the service. A group of us nearly came to blows over the vagaries of public transport and the cost of the Olympics. The kids rang, and were blissed. It is wonderful to be surrounded by good and special people:-o Got home at eleven thirty still sparking and spent two hours loading pics and playing Letter Rip - 54,740 points. I shall text that score to the little one;-) Now here I am: it's Good Friday and there's an inquiry about the online writing course in my inbox. The birds are singing for all to hear in NW6. I'm dead on my feet, but industrious and, after lunch, the holiday weekend begins. No wonder I can't stop smiling:-)