So I was worried on tuesday that I was doing too much. Wasn't sure about going to the show after I went out to dinner on Wednesday.
Worried I would be able to do anything yesterday.
And yet... I was out till 2am on Wednesday and enjoyed it. Yesterday I managed to do all my gardening (including taking out lots of rubbish) and actuallly enjoyed it.
And this morning I was quite productive too, and I am even cheerful about going to work this afternoon.
I think it has to do with having slept litterally a lot. Yesterday I got up at six as usual to chat with
So I went back to bed and slept till 2pm. Ate something, gardened, read Harry Potter (I have less than 200 pages left to OotP, going slowly to keep Sirius alive) and then by 8pm I was in bed and slept soundly timm 8am the morning after.
Maybe there is a reason for my cheerfulness. 16 hours of sleep.