And (confession) I'd had a nap in the afternoon, only an hour or so but still a help. So waking at dawn today (which is when my light-sensitive bod chooses to wake) felt good and not "oh-please-not-yet-I'm-so-tired". Bouncy (as bouncy as anyone my age and weight can be) and chipper and probably disgusting to those less lark-like than I am. But--eyes not burning. Shoulders not hurting. Ready for the day...well, for breakfast anyway. And second breakfast. Not grumpy already at 8 am.
Still lots to do on the book--even if I don't find other places I failed to move something from working files to chapters--but not such a grinding feeling. Bread will be made today, in spite of expected storms (they're out there; I can see the tops even this early.) I will manage a walk. And work will be done.
Laundry, other stuff...that'll wait another day. Or at least until after the walk.
I really do better with enough sleep.
So do most people, though a lot of us don't get it. But it really does 'knit up the ravelled sleeve of care..."