Friday At Last
Some weeks are good, some bad, some fun and some not so. This week has just been tiring. All the stress at the beginning of it seemed to set a pattern that try as I might I couldn't seem to quite break. It got better for sure and by mid week I was at least sleeping soundly enough but it always felt as if I was playing catch up with my sleep. Playing catch-up and never catching up though.
For some reason it seems as if my body doesn't fully recharge just by going to bed a bit earlier. It needs that little lie-in in the morning that i so rarely get except at weekends. Perhaps it is because the weather is getting colder and the nights are drawing in that it is getting harder and harder to get up in the mornings. Not that i don't like this time of year. I actually love it. But colder mornings mean my nice warm bed gets even harder to leave and get up every morning. Plus I know that sooner rather than later it is going to get to the stage that I'm getting up in the dark and coming home in the dark. I really hate that.
But it's Friday. he weekend is here and hopefully a couple of days of an extra hour or two or three in bed will give my body clock that little extra nudge it needs to make next week not so tiring and not so tough. I really hope so because i am tired of feeling tired.
Jack is feeling
