After a really bad night sleep wise, and a week where I’ve barely left the house, my hubby got me up and out for a walk today. It was lovely we went down to the nearby estuary for a wander. The sun was out, the tide was out and so were we. There were a few others out and about too, noticed it was only the groups of all men who gave no quarter for social distancing, but that’s not a surprise.
Anyway, we walked. It was nice.
I came back and tried to do a bit of writing. Did a bit, but bugger all, and I could barely keep my eyes open. Eventually, around half 2, I had to give in, and go to the sofa for a nap.
The thing about day-time naps is that they don’t do me any good. I know load of people who are advocates of the power nap, but they don’t’ do it for me. All naps do for me is mean that I wake up with a fuzzy head and can’t sleep the following night. But I had to give in, and was pretty much out like a light and gone for an hour.
Since then I’ve had a fuzzy head.
Hubby is on a night shift, so I’ve decamped to the bedroom, where there is no possibility of being distracted by the TV (I won’t have one in the bedroom), and I’m trying to write. It’s working too, because in the hour and a half I’ve been up here, I’ve written nearly two thousand words. Hope to get at least a few more hundred done before I settle down for the night.
So that’s me for the day. Hope you had a successful day too.