I've been up all night. Two pots of coffee and the 99% Lindt fixed me up for the long haul. I've missed a deadline. Again. Still, 0545 on Monday the 1st is still Sunday the 31st, isn't it?  At least until the early birds start checking SharePoint? And SharePoint has helpfully provided a time stamp to reveal to everyone that I am totally crap at meeting deadlines, but, also, that at least I have been working on the document. I've finally finished what I said I would do.  It is now 0646. Whew. I made it. I am not as enthused as I should be. Woo hoo. Yawn.

I need sleep. Can't be bothered to brush my teeth, and I'm cold. It is February, but I can hear the blackbirds starting their reassuringly random warblings (yes, WordPress - multiple warbles. Stop underlining my creativity in red dots. It stifles me). I can turn off my lovely, shiny Mac now.  I decide to give it a break, too, and tell it to shut down rather than sleep.  It's surprised, and raises an eyebrow, unsure. I climb into bed where it's nice and warm. Sleep oppresses.  I try to breathe the Lindt from my blood.  Drifting now.  Breathing slows.  Images scramble. Something about the hairdresser ...

BOING!

0700 - Nanny Cortana emails my phone:

Golden sleep time shatters. Forgot to silence my phone. Bloody Nanny Cortana.