the still point of the turning world

I did really well keeping my sleep-cycle relatively coherent during my week off, and then fell all to pieces once I was - theoretically - back into routine! Why does 1am wychwood make such bad decisions... Anyway, I had various nights of bad sleep, although only some of it was self-inflicted; then I had a three-hour nap yesterday afternoon, and then I stayed up until nearly 2am reading even though I had to be up early this morning. I intended to nap today, but failed comprehensively, so it's now half six and I'm already starting to feel like my eyes are in different timezones. Based on recent experience, I anticipate this means that I will lie relentlessly awake until approximately midnight, no matter what time I go to bed, and by the end of my day in the office tomorrow I will be seeing into other dimensions.

We also appear to have hit the perfect sweet spot in the weather where my feet still get cold enough that I struggle to fall asleep without a hot water bottle but any such device instantly heats the bed up too much for me to sleep. Truly, my sleeping economy is a remarkable thing, a tottering tower of conflicting requirements just waiting for me to slip up. Or also to stay up five hours too late reading a particularly gripping story, in fairness, I can't avoid all the blame for this...

Anyway. Aside from my bad decisions, it's not been a bad week; my annual review at work went pretty much as straightforwardly as possible, despite what my stress levels were attempting to persuade me of, I think I have wrangled all the Easter preparations as far as I can get them at this point (there will be more to do after meetings on Tuesday, but that's a problem for later...), and we've had some lovely sunshine today. I am not looking forward to all the sweating I will be doing as the temperatures continue to rise, but I do love a blue sky.