I got home at three, and propped myself up on the sofa and pulled up the duvet. I was just starting to nod off when the phone sounded. It was a stupid message from the phone company's customer service department, offering some-or-other service. So that was that. I was wide awake, tired, and very upset that, again, I was unable to rest. I never can rest when I'm ill. There's always something to do, or I get unwanted interruptions.
I knocked a meal together from the previous day's leftovers, got into my pyjamas, settled down on the sofa, and watched a few documentaries. Bed at ten.
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