Australia continues to dither, as “Groundhog Day” down-under grinds on.

I’m awake, I believe it sometimes — but I’m never sure if it’s yet safe enough to emerge from my safe, used to be cozy hidey-hole in the South Seas.

When will we Australians wake up?

I don’t know about you, but as I lapsed into another month of enforced isolation as a deadly virus swept across the globe, having to remain closeted in my home on Victoria’s Mornington Peninsula, provided both time and inspiration for reflection.