Pretend it's a Saturday

I used to sleep like a log. I could sleep through anything. In the Great Storm of '87 I slept through a tree falling down across the road outside our house. I was oblivious to everything.

But over the last years something has changed - getting older maybe - and I wake up at least once a night, and usually more than that. In fact, one night last week was my worst night for ages. But last night I slept all the way through! My best night for even longer.

And I can feel the difference. I did some cleaning this morning and it felt far less of a chore than normal. However, having sat down with a cup of tea now, I fear I might slump.

I don't know about you but lockdown has altered weekends. Even though we're retired, so in reality weekends have ceased to be different from weekdays, they always felt a bit different. Now though it's just another day. And I don't think that helps with lockdown fever.

So this afternoon, I'm going to sit down and watch something I've been wanting to watch for some time: Pretend It's A City, with Fran Lebowitz. I'm not familiar with her work but the clips I've seen look entertaining. I'm not sure if Husband would enjoy it so it'll be my special treat.