I know what you are thinking. At least, I imagine that you do. I imagine you are thinking I have been lying on my new couch all night watching TV instead of blogging.
This is not true. I was getting carried away with work. Two evenings of partial relaxation on the aforementioned piece of furniture and my workaholic profile has asserted itself once again with a vengeance. Only now it has adopted a carrot-and-stick approach.
The voice in the head says that if I motor my way through enough work by Sunday afternoon, I can indulge in a long snooze on the sofa bed.
I think I shall have to train myself to do nothing. Just nothing. I shall practise on Sunday afternoons.
Meanwhile, I shall go to bed, like a normal person. Tomorrow is a week day, whatever that means.