I couldn't wake up. I was having a weird dream that was suckering me into the darkest depths of sleepsville. It was impossible for me to rise from my bed and continue the hard work I'd made such a start with yesterday.

I replanned. To be honest, I'm not sure that there really had been a plan in the first place.

I tackled what I thought was a foothill, but turned out to be a mini mountain of ironing. I did this while watching a TV channel called Dave. That's not normal.

Following the ironing, I went out for some supplies, took a birthday card to a friend, did a lot of eating and then tried to settle down to do some work. As in real work. As in work for work, not for my own self.

So far, I haven't gotten started. But, the night is young and I've only been awake a few hours, so there's a risk that I might actually get on with it.