This week has been abysmal. Actually each of the last 3 weeks have. Purely all work related. Usually I don’t feel I can complain – that’s the guilt factor associated with working with people with a chronic illness, there lot is usually worse than mine. But right now I wish to complain…..The only thing that allowed me to drag my feet to the car this morning was the prospect that tomorrow I have a day of study leave. With that comes the ability to work from home (a very novel concept), and as such sleep in as all driving time is eliminated. All week I’ve thought about Wednesday night rolling around so I could curl up and sleep for ages.
So now we’re at Wednesday night. I duly (eventually, some hour and 50 minutes late) got home from work, and consequently landed on the couch where I was sound asleep by 9pm (I know, sadness in itself). I then woke at 9.30pm with one very dead arm. I then proceeded to take myself to bed. Where I lay AWAKE for 2 HOURS! I then gave up and now I’m here 
