The plan worked last night. The alarms went off, I got to bed by 03:15 (accompanied by Blue, who had been patiently waiting outside the bedroom door) and slept well all the way through till after 9. And after breakfast I felt completely washed out and could barely force myself out of my living room chair (with legs up on the footstool, of course) to do anything at all. A bit of energy has returned now (12:15) and at least I've made it upstairs.
Got to go out later to collect prescriptions from the GP surgery and may try to fit a bit of a walk in as well although it's a damp grey misty day and not exactly tempting.
Probably the first time I've felt quite that drained - approaching the "fatigue" that people talk about. Something to do with the Parish Council meeting last night? Seems unlikely, as it was neither unusually long or unusually difficult.
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