I woke up today expecting a long, glorious Sunday ahead of me, as I had a long To-Do list. When you’re a Lady of Leisure, you do get to sleep in a lot more than most people, but it’s still nice to sleep in on a Sunday. Anyway, I checked my iPhone for the time. Then I checked again. It read 14:39.
I felt a bit like Marty McFly in Back to the Future. 1955? 14:39? Seriously? Yes. Somehow, I’d gone to bed around 10pm on Saturday, got woken up by the Bish around 6am, then gone back to sleep until the middle of the afternoon.
I got up and my housemates couldn’t believe I had slept so long. Even I couldn’t believe I’d slept so long.
I guess it’s been a busy week, after a stressful couple of weeks and I must have just been exhausted. I still feel tired even now (nearly 8pm) although I have a feeling I won’t be getting an overly early night.
Our bodies have a remarkable way of telling us to take it easy. Physical, as well as emotional strain can make us tired. I obviously need to recharge and spend some time at home, rather than racing around from one place to another. I check my diary ahead of a new week; another very busy week. Jon Bon Jovi once sang, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”. I want to party when I’m dead, as I won’t have to worry about keeping on top of everything. So for now, I shall try to keep on top of my sleep, like everything else. Or else try not to be surprised when my body imposes a long period of sleep that encroaches on all the great plans I had for today.
