6:53 AM

I’ve lost track of time. Apparently it’s Friday. Early hours. Other people will be getting up right now, ready to get the last working day out of the way so they can start the weekend. I, on the other hand, will finally be going to bed. I plan on not resurrecting until next week. I’m knackered. I’ve gone from looking after old people in the morning, to looking after old people at night. Working night shifts messes up stuff. Example: having entered a nocturnal state on Wednesday night, my instincts don’t understand that the week has moved on and reached Friday. I was still planning on writing my weekly ‘A Wednesday’ post..