It is 5 am. I've been awake for 40 minutes now, and - if recent precedent serves - I'll be lucky if I sleep again.
In a panic - woken by a convincingly rational voice that cuts through my dreams with false doom about my imminent financial ruin. It arrives, preceding indigestion. It tells me that 2008 is a false dawn all year.
Still tonight (although by now it has to count as early morning), the wind is moving, bubbling.
