I dream to Sleep, I sleep to dream...

Poor Tooli. 

Life is tres, tres exhausting. 

This sleep has resulted from a midnight run up the hill to watch the meteorites, followed by a night out at the D. I. S. C. O the following night.... the night at the  D I S C O ended by a "let's save money" idea and walked home. 

When I say "walked home", I mean 4 miles.. from the D I S C O to the Airport, whence they came upon a taxi. 

I had woke up at 4.35 am wondering why all the lights were still on in the house, and lay for a while contemplating whether or not I should go and drive the streets to see if I could see them. 

I heard a taxi about 4.50, and rose and looked out the window to watch two half unconscious gals, limp from the taxi and creep into the house.  By the time I was drifting off again - both of them were tucked up and snoring soundly. 

But sadly, sleeping from 5 am was not enough sleep to catch up on after all the exertions of walking, and dancing, and laughing and drinking. 

So we are all still catching up.