So today felt like a deep breath, a pause, if you will, between frenzies of activity. I slept in as long as I could: nine-ish, I think. Which is not very late. But that is a good thing, which shows that my body is readjusting to a sensible timetable and is beginning to believe that maybe one to eleven is'nt really the best sleep pattern to adopt in the unfriendly environment of prac and eight o'clock lectures. Every time, during the holidays, I promise not to destroy my biorhythms and every time I end up doing just that.
So I did some walking and some science and some getting ready for uni, and finished the Dahlquist novel, and generally simultaneously recovered and prepared - the next few days are chockers.
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