This morning I am exhausted. Whatever it was that was making me too nervous/stressed to sleep must have moved to a new level of acceptance, so now it doesn't bother me so much. I got off to bed not too late last night (slept in my room, paint fumes all gone) and was sleeping soon after. Now it is the morning, and I really fancy a lie in.

However, I have to go to the physiotherapist today at 9:30. Which means there will be no going back to bed for me. A nap this afternoon may well be in order.

Tonight I am being fed! Yey! Agent Grey is cooking me tea, although I don't know what it will be yet...