It sent me a Zombie.
Something from the Walking Dead because unless I stopped going 300 miles an hour, I’d likely be resembling a Zombie very soon.
Determined to avoid that fashion faux pa, I took the hint.
I rolled back over and had a lie-in.
I spent the morning journaling and leisurely walking the dogs (I say leisurely, the hail and snow was a little bit of a shock…).
It wasn’t until 11 am did I start working.
Trust me, in my world 11 am is a late start.
This time last week, I was at the laptop at 2 am typing away.
The problem is, I genuinely love what I do and if I wake up, I get up.
In fact, I often tell my clients that I have a unique ability to 'magic time'.
All that time I would have been asleep, I'm up either working or having fun in my hobby room.
Forget sleeping 9 hours a night, I do 6 and get 3 extra hours in my day.
When you're poorly, 6 hours just isn't enough.
My brain and my body aren't always quite so in sync...