I woke at about 5 this morning and wandered through to relieve my bladder. It's not unusual but I find it hard to get back to sleep when it happens and I don't want to read and disturb Marilyn. My mind is reasonably active, and I find myself thinking about what might happen during the day: not much, usually, so I fall back on what I might write in the blog.
I became aware that I was thinking of a list: like a shopping list or a list of things to do. In my mind it was typed but, as I concentrated on it, it faded away leaving just one item.
The numeral 6, followed by a full stop, two spaces and The Rivers of Ada full stop.
6. The Rivers of Ada.
I knew I had to get up before that too faded from my brain. It might be important and have some significance that I haven't considered. My first thought is that it might be a book by someone like H. Rider Haggard or Edgar Rice Burroughs. African, maybe, with Tarzan in it.
As usual, when I'm puzzled, I turn to the internet. I type it in and there's no match for that phrase but, intriguingly, I discover that there is an Ada River in East Gippsland Victoria. It's noted as 'perennial' and has a boutique winery there, a campground and is the site of the Ada River Car Rally.
Now what do I do with that information? Maybe I'll just let it go and put it down to my fevered imagination.
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