I woke up at 3:10am this morning from a dream, I was trying to teach someone how lift me in a particular way which was from childhood. The method is having someone lift you by them put their arms come under yours then their hands go over your wrist to grab them. It's an effective method to lift someone from the top from their body. Someone else can place their arms under your knees to carry you. Anyway. I was getting into a hot tub with others who were also naked too. Don't ask me why. Who know. I was awake. Even then my brain has been going full speed thinking about the short story I trying to write, then onto about intelligence, which always concerns me when people start to talk about how intellectual they are. The idea of the circles came to mind which goes along the lines of, for some their circles of knowledge small yet they believe they know all as they know what is on the edge of their circle. However, for others as their circles of knowledge grow they are constantly reminded how little they do know, even although people would refer to them as clever. For me, a mark of intelligence is to be able to believe and able to say that you could be wrong. Hey, it is quarter to five in the morning, I could be writing rubbish here!

Yet, no matter what techniques I used to get back to sleep, my mind was still racing like a child who just has drunk a large jug of red cordial. It would not settle! Then it was on to how I had started journaling in the middle July last year almost daily, some of the entries are complete, where others left unfinished as I lost interest, or I had to go to something more important on the day. I have thought of trying published some entries on my blog but I never get to that point, maybe today will post this entry???

Further, my brain switch to having one more week of holidays from my two university jobs. My Research Associate position came to mind and the way I possible missed handled a few emails from my employer in the middle of my holidays last week. We are doing research into the lived experiences of people who lived with support from the Australian National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS) during the height of the COVID pandemic. A survey is available here. However, although my colleague and I tried to promote the research for several months towards the end of the year, fortunately the response rate has been very poor indeed for some reason. Most of responses are from people or computer bots from overseas. Instead of taking a few deep breathes, drinking a beer or sleeping on it, I responded to my employer's emails too quickly and rashly. I need to get my head back into recruitment mode and try to think about ways I can contact leaders in the disability sector directly to have them to encourage their NDIS participants to participate in our survey. When emailing people is seen to be not effective and directly calling people is impossible, with my speech impartment, without paying a support worker to assist me, I need to come up with some creative ways to promote the survey.

Between all this early morning jumble of thoughts, array of thoughts of the jobs I want to do setting up my new computer also were splattered through these racing thoughts. I gave myself ten minutes to fall asleep at 3:40am but I was still awake at 3:50, so I got up to my wheelchair when went to the lounge room to turn on my new computer to start writing. Ziva, my dog, wasn't impressed while still on her bed looking away as to say, "what the hell are you do up at this hour?!"

I can now heard birds loudly singing,