But in the meantime my inner cat is pacing the floor of my brain. Like many of my fellow countrymen and women, I've felt at loose ends since I woke up this morning, and so I've been filling the hours with yoga class, work, necessary and contrived to-dos,
I want to share my rumination with my hubby Tom but he's out volunteering, or I want to share with one of my children or my sister but they're all either at work at the moment or out of the country.
So here I sit, alone in the house - even the cat is out - not exactly in a state of worried anxiety, but not fully in a state of happy anticipation, either.
I think I'm feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve who knows there's a chance that Christmas might not come.
But who also knows that it might.