Sleep that oldest of adversaries has climbed in to disrupt my day. A ridiculously large coffee revives me in a way the fresh air has not, but not fully. I’m somewhere in between alive and not. There’s music playing in the coffee shop; I think it’s on repeat. I’m so tired I even contemplate posting a selfie to prove it. Not that tired though. I wonder when this zombielike state will disperse or if I’ll be treading the grey frontiers all bank holiday? Super market shopping is next. I’m dreading it! You may find me sleeping in the deep freeze with the peas and carrots, if so, please do not disturb. Or is it peas do not disturb? I’ll sleep on it.