Morning RosesandLilac. Wide awake here.
I nodded off earlier at about 11.30pm, but was awake at 1.am. I plugged myself into Audible and listened to Richard E Grant reading his 'A Pocketful of Happiness.' He has a lovely rich and soothing voice.
The Man is snoring away next to me. If I tell myself his rhythmic, low snoring is like the purring of a cat it doesn't bother me.
I think the reason I'm not tired is that I too have January -itis, as was mentioned earlier in the thread. The horrible wet, cold and windy weather has seen me hibernate a bit. I have enjoyed staying in, reading more, watching old films and generally pottering but not exerting myself much.
It's been lovely and I'm so grateful I no longer work when it's wintery out. This self-indulgence has been wonderful. I have felt no guilt at all but I think I'm suffering from not getting enough fresh air and exercise.
I love it though, when wintery days give us a good excuse to hunker down indoors. Too much tea drinking too, probably...but what a luxury it is. My working life was extremely hectic and stressful. I am owed lots of lazy days.
Think I'll get up and make myself a lemon and ginger tea with a dash of honey and work my way through one of the Sunday papers. So many supplements, it takes a week to read them.
Wishing all those awake in the wee small hours a return to slumber soon.