I woke up early this morning and did some cleaning. Rather a lot of cleaning, in fact, using the supplies I’d bought yesterday in the morning after a bit of throwing back the previous night. After cleaning, I fell asleep again—into one of those really very deep sleeps from which it’s impossible to wake up, even if you have moments of consciousness during which you try to move or shift or come to.
Finally, I actually have come to, several hours later. So here we are, noon Saturday, midpoint of no-man’s land. I feel like hell in every way. It’s quite nice, actually. But still like hell. The combination I cannot explain.
Even now my head is heavy and what I really, really want is to go back to bed. Only I have the sense that if I do so, when I finally wake up I’ll be ill (flu? cold? who knows…) so instead I’m forcing myself to sit here, head up, and type.
Life makes your head spin.