Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms round the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage.

David Mitchell 

Never one for the races, but you know what I mean. There is so much that I really should think about, ponder deeply, remain aware of and so on. But it's November, grey, windy, tired, wet and most of all sleepy. See what I mean, how can a month be sleepy. Six weeks to midwinter.