Man, I had a bad night’s sleep last night. It felt like I got about two hours, but I am assured by someone not a thousand miles away from the other side of the bed that I was snoring like a bear for many hours.
I think not.
I feel so fucking shattered today, and I have strong memories of swatting mosquitos and chasing dogs off the bed at 2AM.
Very hard to focus on the writing today.
Makes me wonder when I became such a wuss.
I used to do all my best work at 2AM with a head full of cheap whisky and a tummy full of hot chips.
According to a Japanese legend, when you can not sleep at night it is because you are awake.
Ah I see the problem here; you were trying to sleep at 2am, rather than working on something splodey with a head full of cheap whisky and a tummy full of hot chips and then sleeping it off in the morning once all the sploding was done.
Thanks to daylight savings I had a 7am training session on peer coaching to attend this morning, so OF COURSE the cats decided my bed was the logical launch pad for 5:40am zoomies when my first alarm, the one I tend to snooze for half an hour before my second alarm kicks in to remind me to get out of bed, was due to go off at 6am. Normally the little delinquents are happily snoozing on the foot of the bed until my alarm goes off, but they clearly got the memo about my early start today and decided to "help" 😾🐈⬛🐈⬛