My fault entirely. I lay in a vegetative state, listening to the alarm clock,
for around 45 minutes this morning, before the arrival of Ken Bruce (9.30) prompted me into a very chilled out form of panic*. I then proceeded to perform a thorough ablution, which I reckon was needed more than the satisfaction of arriving in the office on time. Oh dear. What a poor end to the year's already flimsy attendance record.
On the other hand, time spent in the company of Beethoven in the wee small hours, mug of hot chocolate in one hand and keyboard in the other, cannot be rated highly enough. Looking back over my many years spent in front of the screen, sometimes for 20 or 30 hours at a time... I think I've got to accept that I've found an activity that I'm made for.
*I was so relaxed, that the so-called panic simply raised my levels of excitement to just below normality. If the roof had caved in and masked gunmen had entered the room, the adrenaline might have got me up to slightly concerned.
BTW footnotes rock!