Has been an awkward bugger of late. Catching me in the chair, it lets me doze until bedtime. Then it lulls me into a false security til 1am, when it leaves. It has been doing that all week.
To say that I am tired is an understatement. I am knackered. Bereft of life. Zombie walking through my days.
You would think such a state of affairs would be good for the writing. It is not.