Today has been a stupidly busy day and, as a consequence, my head is so wound up, it will not let me sleep.
Here are just some of the highlights.
My ‘get out of bed now’ alarm went off at 5am. I was showered, shaved, teethed, dressed, breakfasted and out of the house by 6.15.
I took a late lunch at 3-ish, and at 5pm was back home.
I was in the shower at 5.15 when Soph arrived for a chat.
She left at 6.40, and at 6.50 I was in Sainsbury’s, scything my way through dawdling shoppers like a guided weapon of mass destruction.
I was back home by 7.40 with, worryingly, enough food to feed an actual army.
I cooked, ate, washed-up and made a longish phone-call.
Then I unloaded and hung out the contents of the washing machine.
And put a second load in.
Then I vacuumed the house.
Then I did work stuff.
At 10.30pm I took another break, and used the time to make – and drink – a hot chocolate.
I also unloaded and hung out the contents of the washing machine. Again.
And put a third load in.
It is now half-past midnight.
I put away the last of my paperwork and switched the work laptop off at midnight.
I’ve just changed the bed.
My alarm is set for 5.15am, at which point it begins all over again.
I was talking to a friend, earlier, via GChat.
‘How do you fill your time these days?’, she asked.
‘Oh, this and that’, was my evasive reply.
This, and indeed, that.
I’m desperately tired but my brain won’t spin down.
I have a house-guest arriving tomorrow evening.
If she’s lucky I’ll stay lucid enough to support conversation.
If she’s unlucky I’ll fall asleep on the couch as she’s unpacking.
It’s a bit of a lottery really.
I wonder if she’s feeling lucky?