I feel like a train hit me sometime during my sleep. And what a waste of a weekend - sleeping through (almost) the entire thing. Eating at my family's house tonight was a nice break but really I could quite happily have stayed in bed and continued sleeping instead of rousing myself at 5pm and dragging my sad little self off for roast lamb and veggies. Now at a good half past eleven its time for bed again.
And tomorrow's another day of work - I wish there was a smidgen less to do and then I could just stay in bed another couple of days and get over this stinking flu.