This morning the builders started knocking down a wall in the house. Not this house. The other one. The one we’ll be moving in to when the worst of the messy jobs has been done.
After I’d let them in I decided to take advantage of the weather, and do a spot of cleaning. And lubing.
Then I went to bed around 11.30 because I’m working tonight – 18.00 – 05.00.
Unfortunately my superpower – the ability that almost compels me to feel very drowsy at 14.00 on a weekday (embarrassing!) and attempts to swamp me with the dozing when I’m trying to get home from work in the afternoons, doesn’t seem to work when I’m in bed.
So I’m wide awake and writing this.
The day after I finish work at 05.00 I need to be in the office at 06.00.
Two hours after that I’m driving down to Newbury for a day of meetings.
What’s the betting that I find it very easy to sleep on the way down and on the return trip?
The good news is I’m not doing the driving. At least I don’t believe I am. So I should be able to deploy maximum antisocialness (word?) and have a kip while my colleague does the driving.
I’m not sure how it’s possible to have sleep evade me with such dexterity.
I’m very distrustful of sleep.
It seems to come and go on its own terms, lately.
So why am I permanently tired?