I've had (I'm counting) sixteen hours of sleep. Now that's a Nanna nap. I feel so cheerful!
Broken sleep, of course; I woke up about six yesterday evening to have dinner. I staggered off to bed about six-thirty, read for a little while, out like a light in ten minutes. The next time I looked at a clock it said 10:40. I told myself I didn't have to work tonight and myself went back to sleep. A brief surface at twelve in case I really did have to go to work and had now overslept. I woke up for good at five.
My back is stiff, my eyes are gluggy; I have an entire couple of weeks to work that off, I get to sleep at night and do whatever during the day. With no potential for a phone call on my nights off to ask if I could possibly come in. I say ask with that inflection because it never seems a choice, but perhaps that's the bitter and twisted midnights talking.
Off work and onward! I have a house full of things to do.
