Maisie had one of those chasing dreams this morning, one in which her feet made contact with the baseboards and that's how we woke up here in our little slice of Malibu, to the crazed sound of a tiny Labrador running sideways across the wall.

So here's the sunrise, barely 5:30 a.m. which, when you adjust for the fibs Daylight Savings Time tells us, means it was actually 4:30 a.m. Amazing.