gillpolack @ 2015-02-22T13:06:00

The change from cyclone weather pattern to normal ones caught my body in a peculiar vice. The result was not much sleep, and the whole night coloured by the most appalling nightmare. Thank goodness I'm a lucid dreamer, for I woke myself up from it (even if it took three tries).

There were no eggs at the market this week (and I need them) and no market for me next week.

And so I'm a third through Sunday and about to start on the working elements. I intend to finish them before Broadchurch no matter how lacking in sleep and lacking in eggs my life is. Coffee is my best friend in this endeavour.

If I finish early, I may watch an episode of House of Cards and I may also add some other urgent work to my daily round. Finishing late is not possible. Broadchurch waits for no Gillian.

To be honest, I'd rather sleep, but this week is the week of immoveable deadlines. There are three more today.

At least I have cream for my coffee. And I can get more on Wednesday, should I need more due to too many deadlines and too many nightmares. Although the cyclone has blown off, now (which was quick) so I don't anticipate a night quite so colourful or dangerous for a while.