I hate to admit it - I am getting old.
You know how it is when you wake at 11am in the mornings and feel that that is an accomplishment altogether?
Well not anymore.
I woke at 9am yesterday when my alarm went off. Jumped out of bed, changed, sorted out me laundry, went to do laundry, made coffee, had breakfast, collected washed laundry and hung it out to dry. All this by 10.30.
And felt a sense of accomplishment doing all that before the day started.
Mistake was, I had expresso in the afternoon and slept 3am last night, and couldn't wake till 2pm this afternoon. Woke up feeling "Where the f**k has my day gone?" Was disoriented and directionless for 2 good hours, before deciding that I will make lunch and apply to a few more jobs.
Not sure if I would have been happy having to decide that I need to do work on my Sunday in my past life. But the truth is out - I am old.
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