I have been having a little problem for the last few weeks.
I am tired. All the time. I feel like I could sleep at the drop of a hat, or any other item of clothing you care to mention.
It’s not a lack of sleep. Far from it. Most nights I get off to sleep, no problem, and wake eight or nine hours later. The only problem is that within an hour I’m craving the bed again. It s really annoying.
Last night I went to bed and read for a while. Grand. I went to sleep. Grand. I had a solid night’s sleep and awoke this morning. I looked at my watch. Three in the afternoon? Fuck!
Anyhows I got dressed and went to check on Herself.
Now Herself had come to a conclusion which I suppose had an element of logic to it. She had assumed by my lengthy absence that I had decided to shuffle off my mortal coil and that I was quietly waiting for rigour mortis to set in while dancing with the angels [or whatever happens in the afterlife]. She had then decided to test my theory that she should never get out of bed without my being present. My theory is now proven conclusively. After a fair bit of exertion [to put it mildly] I got her off the floor and back into bed.
So things are back to normal now. Well, normal but weird as it’s getting dark and I’m only just starting my day. There’s no harm done [except maybe to my back] and the house is all quiet.
I could seriously do with a sleep though.