I’m not caffeinated enough for this. For the last hour and a half I have been laying in bed reading the news on my N1 as if it were Sunday.
Truth is, it is Sunday, but it’s also a long weekend; a fact I’ve managed to forget three times in the last week. Goldfish-like, it’s always a surprise when I realise I’ve got an extra day of weekend.
Today was a recovery day. I watched some Stargate (which is starting to grate on me incredibly because the characters are all broken and non-canonical,) and I watched some Doctor Who which is generally good to numb the mind.
Now I have run out of new things to do, I’m out of bed again and contemplating how much I really couldn’t be bothered blogging any more and how stimulants would probably fix that little niggle. Now I don’t have to be asleep in two hours I’m considering making myself a coffee and walking the block a few times to get the blood flowing again before settling back down to while away the rest of my life.