Thursday, February 4th, 2016
I just broke the self-proclaimed and utterly shameful record of nap-time during the day.
Six hours and thirty minutes, give or take.
During that time, the Irish election race transformed into kindergarten battleground antics and in the U.S. Donald Trump was still vying for that eternally white house somewhere iwan Washington D.C. Elections generally are a mad dash trying to get into the minds of people willing to vote. I wonder if his toupéé agrees with him.
Saturday, February 6th, 2016
Eventually, those 6h30 turned into quite some time between the sheets, and to this day, is still ongoing. Add some fierce facial and eye pain to the mix, and you forget everything and everybody.
This morning ended with half an eye on Shetland on the BBC, and ended in dreaming of Ireland in my bed in Ireland, having fallen asleep within the starting ten minutes of the program. Clocking time, two hours and some fifteen minutes.
This afternoon, as desperately as I wanted to see the start of the Six Nations Championships in rugby, I was asleep – yet again.