mornings anomalous i look at the day and wonder why 050510 ... thorn i have no incentive to get up tomorrow morning. none at all. 050510 ... Risen I am mourning mornings. There was a special sort of morning, and I think they are forever lost to me now. Waking to her messages, a phone call, a wonderful way to start the day. I have gone over a week without them. Things return to how they were before. The children still pass me on their way to nursery school, the plumber still waves as she goes to work, the carers still arrive, the old ladies go to the shop. "Everything is the same, and everything has changed." 130415 what's it to you? who go blather from