I feel refreshed. Rested. Well-slept. Why, in the absence of readers I hear myself ask. The trick is painkillers.
At 6 a.m. this morning I woke up, felt pain, got up, found 600 mg of the cheapest ibuprofen, swallowed it and went back to bed with the consequence of three hours of the deepest sleep ever. I could have slept even more, but it looks like a lovely bright day and there’s a museum I’ve been meaning to visit that offers free entrance today…so I took my pile of work for today, worked my way through it and am now on my way to enjoy some fresh air and exercise before educating myself on modern art. Not usually my thing, but I’ve been promised cool pictures.