I had great plans for today, but apart from starting to edit an engineering paper, rescuing a teenager from Zürich (the power went out in half of the city so no trains were running) and buying potatoes to eat with raclette tonight, I have achieved very little of significance.
I’ve been lying around for weeks and came to the conclusion today that I feel absolutely totally and utterly exhausted, tired to my bones, wiped right out. I have no idea why – although I do have to get up earlier than my body would really like, to get everyone else up and out and I’m never in bed as early as I’d like to be. For some reason after 10pm I have a little energy spurt which convinces me that I’m not tired at all and don’t need to go to bed yet. I see what a big mistake that was when the alarm rings at 6.15 the next morning…but I can’t seem to remember that at bedtime.
I’ve been a zonked out zombie all day. Not good. Not good at all….
I do have a plan though. It’s called a ‘sleep till you can sleep no more weekend’. One teenager and my husband will be away this weekend and the other two have things to do and people to see. I shall only be seeing the inside of my duvet. No plans, not going anywhere, not cooking or doing anything other than deliciously, delightfully SLEEPING!
Is tomorrow only Friday?