Brinkley and I went to bed about ten. I was in and out of sleep most the night, having strange dreams where absolutely nothing went my way. I wish I were kidding.
I just woke up and am sitting here drinking coffee. I'm tired, which is frustrating considering I was in bed for ten hours. I'm sore and achy from mixture of things - the legs from running, the head from congestion, the chest from coughing, the back from being in bed for that long.
Brinkley is moving slow too. I beat him out of bed, which is a rarity. He waited about five minutes before he joined me in the living. I guess he was double checking that I wasn't going to come back to bed for more restless sleep.
I'm going to convince myself to get moving - laundry, more paper sorting, etc. The New Year is coming and I don't want to start by digging myself out of a hole.
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