So far this weekend things have been a bit I do to a job, or continue with an on-going one [you do not want to know how long it takes to upload over 500 photos!!] and as soon as I stop my energy drops to that of empty. I am almost sure it is to do with the weather, greying skies, cooling winds, I must be a third eye person. Yet, having said that I am still twiddling my thumbs, reciting the phonetic alphabet backwards and boxing the compass clock and anti clock as I try and drift off into the land of nod. Maybe I am more a daylight or darknight person but this eternal twilight, drizzlelight, half light drives me mad.
Tedious is not the word. I snuggled into bed at usual time, only read a handful of pages on my latest book before my eyes started to dry. I turned out the light, cursed at the pillows, but drifted to slumber, I woke a couple of times [thank you hot flashes where were you when I was cold], but did my regular frequent wake ups and long time drifting off again. When the bedside clock showed 8:50 I turned on the radio, if nothing else I could listen to BH, I never heard a thang as I woke to the sound of Elizabeth Pargetter chatting to her sister Shuulah Hebdon-Lloyd, The Archer’s had started.
As the omnibus came to its end [oww-err , what’s going to happen there!!] bladder reminded me politely it was up getting time but brain as ever overruled and the next thing it was the pips at noon [so much for Dessert Island Discs]. Now this all sounds wonderful except why could this not have happened between the hours of 1am and 5am??? When I trying to get some sleep and now because I was wanting to stay awake and get up I have a thick achy head and a sense of drained energy.
Oh for the days of ones youth when sleep happened during darkness and awakeness happened during daylight and there was lack of either