Tiiiiired
A week of waking at 4am, aided by a colleague ringing my mobile (no, I did not answer) and my mother texting me, 'you haven't texted me' as well as my body just pinging up, and I am wrecked. Today is the flight back. As usual, I woke 4 or 5 times last night.
I rode yesterday, it was good in some places and less so in others. I'll write some other time when Beelzebub isn't trying to tear open my head from the inside. My head is in real pain. It's partly sleep deprivation and partly because I only drank 500ml yesterday. Waiting for paracetamol to kick in.