Faffed about in the flat with a bit of tidying, and worked my way through about fifty emails of my ridiculous backlog. Then met up with Lizzie and her friend Rosie and went for a walk up Arthur's Seat, which I've not done in years. Rosie came most of the way up, and then abandoned us to head home down a side route. Lizzie and I then made it to the top, before taking the slow wander back down the road past the upper lake. I then fed her tea and chatted until 6-ish, before she headed off to do crafty things.
I then ate some dinner, got hit by a massive wave of tiredness, and crawled into bed at 8pm. Which is, frankly, unheard of. I woke up from 1am until 3am, and then briefly at 7am and 8:30am, before waking up fully around 10:30am.
And now I'm wondering if I'm ill, or I was just amazingly underslept. But I feel much more human now.
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