And….. in spite of my exhaustion, it was shortly after midnight when I awoke and couldn’t get back to sleep.
And it had absolutely nothing to do with the crying cat outside the bedroom door. According to my internal clock, it was well and truly morning and I needed coffee.
No, I didn’t make coffee. Instead I grabbed my phone, the cat, and headed upstairs to the spare bedroom in an attempt to get back to sleep. Failing that, at least I could listen to an audio book without either headphones or disturbing anyone else.
The rest of my day was just about what you would expect from a totally and completely exhausted person who had no clue about when or where she was.
