Turning into an owl

But not just any owl, oh no, up before the sun, I am a crepuscular owl.

Yup, it seems I really am full of crep.

I haven't noticed the same level of activity at dusk so perhaps I am just dilicular though no-one has used that word since the fall of the Roman Empire.

I am woken by the gabbling of thoughts in my head, talky talky talky in the dark. Sometimes the cats are there before the words, sometimes not. In any case, I have just done what may be my most constructive, possibly only, work of the day. No, wait! Two more tasks to do that in theory could wait til tomorrow. But one at least I hope to get out before then.

There's a lot happening today, and at the end of it, R and I are meant to be seeing King King in Edinburgh. I suspect by then I shall be a sugar driven bird.