Yes, it's the day after the day after a night of little sleep. For no apparent reason such as worry or stimulus, I had one of those nights for which I am so famous on Sunday. It just happens every few weeks or so. I gave up my efforts at 2:30 AM and switched on the telly. I seldom do that but couldn't figure out how else to pass the time that night. Thought I: the telly will put me to sleep. Alas! is was not to be. I watched George Stroumboulopoulos on The Hour from 2:30 to 3:30 followed by Peter Mansbridge (with scientist Bob McDonald) until 4:00.
Then, I went back to bed, not that I was terribly sleepy, but I have noticed in the past that my mind and body often seem to calm down around that time. However, I was still pretty restless for the best part of another hour. I had a few good hours of sleep then and tried to stay in bed until 9:00 AM, but the last hour was almost fruitless as Cuppa stirred and rose and light poured through the window.
Last night I had a normal night's sleep but nothing extra. Now, it's the day after the day after the night before, and I am feeling the after-effects. Don't you find that it's often two days later when you feel the most exhausted? I don't think I'll accomplish much today and wonder if I'll be able to remember any steps at linedancing tonight.
Meanwhile, I hope you all enjoy Pancake Tuesday/Shrove Tuesday/Fat Tuesday/Mardi Gras (are there any other names?). Personally, I'm a Shrove sorta guy although I hardly claim to be either Lentish or shriven, I'm afraid. We'll have Thesha and Smudge over, but Smudge will have to be content with the usual mush, I'm afraid.
(For those who want to know a little more about it, Ms Cellania blogged about Shrove Tuesday today and I posted about it two years ago. My, how time flies.)