After pawing ineffectually at the buttons on my alarm clock several times and wondering why it wasn't turning off, I eventually woke up this morning and was decidedly confused having thought that I already had. Hm, dreaming of waking up and getting out of bed to turn off the alarm seems rather an unfair trick of my subconscious play just before I do actually wake up. I spent several minutes glaring at the clock after I woke, demanding to know why it was still playing after I had turned it off. It wasn't it's fault though, poor thing. Really though, having to wake up is effort enough without my brain trying to foolme with such games. Methinks it was rather unwilling to be woken early and so intended to have me dream my way through the day whilst it got up to whatever misceivous activities the brain does whilst we're sleeping.

Ah well, despite that somewhat faltering start I did eventually reconnect myself with the real world (at least insofar as I ever do) and made my bleary way down to the Coliseum. Fortunately as it turned out I did actualy manage to rustle up some useful things for me to do there. I thinks I might have been a bit grumpy had I got myself up for the day only to find I could have reamined in my pretend world a little longer. As it was though I was able to do quite a bit of good works updating Whitby Network's website with details of several new forthcoming events. Do go scamper over and have a look at my efforts, it almost borders on the exciting! Anyways, it was pleasing to be able to do someproductive things, and as the litttle webstats thing seems to suggest people have been viewing my posts, hopefully worthwhile and useful to someone.

So that, and a brief chance encounter with a friend made for a nicely quiet and modestly, yet pleasingly, productive day. My brain even made up somewhat for its tricks of the early morning by actually managing sustain a conversation for a little while too! Heh. It was a little strange though, after the fantastic crowds of the weekend, to see Whitby go back to the quiet state of small seaside town in winter. I suppose that will be the last of the big crowds for the year and it will all start wind down towards Christmas. The weather seems to have picked up on tha, the weekend rains having finally ushered in the cold air after an unseasonable period of mildness. Thus far though I have managed to avoid the expense of turning the heating on and just made use of an extra jumper! Still, the cold doesn't really bother me as much as the heat can. Heh, I wouldn't mind if it could hold off on the wind a bit though, it's not really the weather for long hair. Ah well, I shall just have to be careful in my wanderings along the cliff tops!

Now though the week is off and running and I shall be at the shop tomorrow. Somehow I doubt takings will quite match up to the week gone by! Still, that's probably a good thing since I remain something of a tired puppy at the moment. At least the week has begun in a reasonably quiet and cooperative way. Hopefully the rest of it will run along ovaguely similar lines. Well we shall see if my subconscious has any more games it wishes to play with me. Either way I shall continue to hope for more good things and fewer bad things, along with a decent amount of obedience from my brain. I shall find out how close I get to that soon enough and hope, in the meantime, that the week be niceand kind to all my lovely friend peoples too!