Although it is almost midnight I’m really not tired, probably should be though as I seemed to be in work mode this morning and got up long before I needed to. I could use this time to do something productive; I’m awake, alert, on my own and with no time limits or deadlines to look out for. I’ve got a presentation to write for Wednesday on a project that hasn’t started (but should have been finished by now) and I have a shiny new version of PowerPoint sat in front of me. So will I do some work? I doubt it.
The problem is that although I feel fine now, I know that I’ll feel crap tomorrow if I don’t get some sleep soon. It used to be great in the days when Clare and I both worked Monday-Friday and had no children, weekends were all about relaxing, planning sleep time just didn’t matter then. Now it’s different, Georgia will be up at the usual time tomorrow, despite it being a Sunday and the Clocks go forward an hour tonight too, so I’ve actually get less time to sleep than I should have.