Lady night was unpretty.
And so in an effort to make tonight a little prettier, I’m going to make the process start a whole lot earlier.
Night night.
(It’s 6:47pm.)
Early night
Tag: sleep
No sleep til bedtime
Yeah, remember that song?
Tony Hawks is still doing the rounds on the more mature end of the UK comedy circuit.
But no.
Because I spent last night downstairs with the beagle – a rather swish, organised affair with a mattress and everything – and the beagle didn’t sleep very much, I am knackered. I have been knackered all day, and I’m off out to a birthday party this evening.
A late afternoon nap seemed in order.
I was all set up for that when next door’s kids (quite rightly) ignored the light rain and started playing outside, loudly. No sooner had I closed the appropriate windows than the dog across the road started expressing its outrage at one (or more) passing bastard squirrels. And then Mr Leaf Blower kicked in.
It did all rather seem like a conspiracy.
Anyway, long story short, I finally managed to grab an hour, during which time I dreamt vividly about a weird guitar competition involving an Austrian gentleman. As you do.
I’m feeling almost – almost – human again.
Let’s go party*!
* but let’s also not stay out too late, ok?
Bar
12 hours sleep last night. Something I never needed before Covid.
Not that I’m sick. Just need some sleep. 12 hours of it, apparently.
Much work and good progress on the bar today. Curtains, furniture, the last of the skirting boards, even a picture. It’s getting there.
Tonight: some well-deserved European footy in front of the fire.
Day 497 – Bed
Got up, made the kids some breakfast, felt terrible, went for a lie down.
Woke up 5 hours later.
Day 237 – Dragging
I didn’t sleep much last night. I thought that I was going to sleep well, because I was about to fall asleep on the couch in front of the football so I chose to go and do it in bed (careful now), but by the time I’d sorted the beagle, locked up and got upstairs, I was wide awake. Wiiiide awake.
Lot and lots going on in my mind. My health insurance people would have had a field day.
Things stayed like that for about four hours. And then once I did get to sleep, I woke disappointingly early and lay there for another 1½ hours… just thinking.
I wouldn’t advise it. It’s left me feeling like a zombie today, and yet there were all the things that the awake me should have been doing today, still to be done. What a disaster.
I’m long overdue a “catchup” night, whereby I… er… catch up on my sleep that I’ve missed over the last n nights. I’m very hopeful that tonight will be that sort of night. I need it. Especially as my son has just asked me to explain the formula for compound interest:
Normally when in this condition, I’d fob him off with an “ask your mum” or a “come back tomorrow and I’ll explain”, but she’s not home and he actually has a maths exam tomorrow, so I used the last of my brain power to try and talk him through it.
That’s why this blog post is so poorly written and disjointed.
There’s literally nothing left. I’m so sorry.