Bleh

[caddyman]

I think I slept well last night. I didn’t go to bed quite as late as I often do and I don’t remember taking an inordinate length of time to doze off. I didn’t fall asleep immediately, to be sure, but it was still only a matter of minutes. I don’t recall waking up, other than my usual look at the clock at about 4.55 and I didn’t have to dash out to the smallest room at any point. As I say, I think I slept well.

So why the fek are my eyelids like lead this morning and my eyes feel as though someone has been spooning grit into them with gay abandon? Why does my chest feel like I have just sprinted a hundred yards?

Today is clearly a biorhythm bopping along the bottom of the tank day.