The reason I am up at this time making entries to my journal is that we currently have a big storm passing over Melbourne. Lots of lightening and thunder and of course little Mustang Sally, she of the eat dads Maccas fame is or was going bananas. She has been frantically diving under the covers, trying to tunnel into the bed or the pillow, then jumping up and heading for the door. When she gets to the door she scratches on it to say let me out, and goes belting arround the house. She is just not happy anywhere, so of course trying to sleep is impossible, might as well do something usefull. Meanwhile Alice is just being Alice wanting to be where the action is and now she is quite comfortably asleep on my bed. Thats Alice for you; sleep, eat, pats and park and she's happy.
That night was best described by the expression GROAN. One of thoes nights where theory says you have had a sleep and your brain and body say "We need more sleep, lets go back to bed" and the only true way to feel better is to get some more sleep. Nothing else to it.