Why am I so very awful in the mornings? Last night I went to bed rejoicing in God and His goodness: I woke up feeling like a grumpy half-dead slug. I felt profoundly depressed, thoroughly ill and awful. Mornings are horrible things, took me til 1pm to feel more alive. I suppose only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
On the plus side today was the first day in ages that I got to after lunchtime and didn't feel so dead I simply had to go to bed for a nap. That's something.