This must be what jet lag is like.
I stayed awake until 4am watching the men’s Wimbledon final, presentations and celebrations. Djokovic played a brilliant game to defeat a confident opponent who put up a good fight. The Italian player, Berrettini, played well, but just needs a little more experience to get him over the line.
Less than five hours later, I was awake, but the brain wasn’t functioning well enough to do any of the work I was considering, so I exercised my brain by playing word games. I actually won a big tournament with 600 participants!
At 1pm I got out of bed, showered and dressed ready to clear the training room.
Adoring Husband, who had spent the morning mowing our lawns, drove us to the shop and we cleared the mess and set up for morning coffee and journaling. I vacuumed the whole shop and cleared all the washed cups, brushes, sticks and other tools out of the kitchen.
AH emptied and cleaned the bagless vacuum barrel.
It took us almost 90 minutes to get the job done.
After a short rest at home, I prepared dinner - which was all leftovers from last night’s roast.
Just as I was about to watch Farmer Wants a Wife, Number 1 Son phoned. I muted the telly and we chatted for about 30 minutes.
It’s almost 11pm and my eyelids are heavy. Time to sleep.
Nite all.
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