Best laid plans (1st of 3)

It all went wrong yesterday. I fell asleep. I was halfway through a hot chocolate and an episode of ‘Lost’ when my body caved in and surrendered to tiredness. I had 11-and-a-half hours sleep and woke up this morning feeling much more cheerful and optimistic. Maybe my week-long battle with depression was down to tired irritability rather than SAD or mental instability. Since being in Edinburgh, after all, I’ve been looking forward to leaving work, and started to adjust my life accordingly. Then last week I agreed to stay on til December, but didn’t change my eating and sleeping pattern back, and understandably suffered. So I’m going to get my sensible head back on and start living in relation to my working hours again. I only have to ride it out for the rest of the year, after all, and then I’m free, like library membership, or the items that frequently fall in my bag while I’m working.
Yesterday’s blog-related challenge is therefore carried over to today. Three different entries, starting with this one.
Until later, then….