You wake at 5:27 am to “get your fix” of blogging, and blogsurfing, and have a sore, cramped and slightly shaking hand and arm, up to the elbow, by 9:50 when you must stop, because the children are finally awake. I need help. But I don’t want it. I’m very happy in my addiction, thank you. But because of the intensive day of housework and some promised projects with the children ahead, I just had to get it all in before the day really got rolling. I’ve written, I’ve written some more, and I checked in on everyone. Annika is doing better. Running2ks has already posted fine art, and Fair Dinkum is finally clean. Now I can go on to other things, for a bit. Besides, I’m starting to be unable to type.