2hrs 15 minutes is the average time I’ve been spending in bed in the mornings, awake, trying to gee myself up to be enthusiastic about the day and everything I should have completed the day before which carries over to today and how todays actions are piling up too, compounding the problem. Waking before the alarm is not something to which I am accustomed. Laying there staring at the pillow beside me until the very last second is not something I want to make a permanent part of my life. I sigh. I turn over and look at the clock. I turn back and avoid the clock. I just breathe and try not to think. I am well slept but weary. The weariness never abates. It’ll get better.
I turn over and look at the clock. I turn back and avoid the clock.