The Night Shift.

For the last 2 weeks of me being signed off, I have done nothing but sleep. My mattress, so warm, so inviting, had fused itself to my very being and would not let go. It really annoys me that my chronic fatigue ruins perfectly gorgeous days full of sunshine and happiness, for one of silent darkness and my room shaking snores. I know I said I'd "do stuff" this week, but after the death of my Uncle my energy was utterly zapped, letting the grief take over. So now, it's 1:24AM, my body showing no signs of needing sleep, yet my brain fully engaged wanting me to imprint my thoughts on the i-webs. So here I am. Not just me though, me and my two feline companions. Both of which are ripping the crap out of a wicker basket that holds their toys.

Tomorrow is a new day, folks. Tomorrow is a new day.