To say I’m running a sleep deficit might be the understatement of the decade. Once upon a time, four hours of sleep was good enough to get up and do it all over again. Those days are probably fading faster than I want to admit. Still, I like to think I’ve got one or two more good runs left in me. I’ve got five working days out of the next two weeks and with the proper application of coffee and raw determination, I might just be able to hang on for the ride.
Of course just now it’s off to bed… Tomorrow’s wake up is about two hours earlier than usual. God help me.