The cons of sleeping late, later than my usual time that is, is that the sleep loses its flavour.
Saturday night and the usual of series binge and good meal which stretched into much later than expected and here I am, still reeling from the after affects of a broken sleep, courtesy the cat who meowed to wake me up twice in the middle of my sleep. Once at 2 and then at 4, once to be fed and once to be let out. This cat has to get his feeding times right.
It was something of a jigsaw puzzle with pieces lying in disarray and all I had to do was piece them together, and most of the night went pass in trying to figure out what fits where and it was all haphazard.
A heaviness from all thy makes itself felt and I don't like this feeling.
A bit of delicious tea might help.
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