Bedtime babbling

Tired, so this may make no sense.

Tired, working ten hour plus days is something I really try not to do. They wouldn't be quite so long if I could concentrate a bit better, but the cold I caught near the beginning of November is just hanging on and on, messing with my sleep and keeping my head full of cotton. Never bad enough to see the doctor, who wouldn't be inclined to do much for a virus anyway.

Lots on my mind that I can't share at the moment, but will make a huge difference in my life once settled, one way or another. Tired of thinking about it, and much of it is out of my control.

Dinner with a friend Thursday, coffee with another Sunday. I think I'm forgetting something (it's happened a lot lately, and it's not all perimenopausal moments) that conflicts with the Sunday thing, but there's nothing on my calendar. Is that really only a week until Christmas?

On the bright side, I'm taking the week after the week of Christmas off, so I will be off Friday the 23rd through January 8th. Hurrah! Maybe I'll catch up on sleep. Maybe not; getting back in the habit of getting up at 4:30 once you've broken it is fiendishly difficult, especially in winter. I'm sure by the time the end of next week rolls around, I'll have a list made up of things to do.

For right now, it's off to bed.