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Every Tuesday night I sleep late*. Every Wednesday morning, I wake up early**. This is because my neighbours park their cars just close enough to my bedroom so that it wakes me up when the car doors open and close and the engines turn (but just far enough so that they're making an honest attempt to not disturb anyone, which means I can't complain). I get home from teaching on Wednesday and don't achieve a great deal for an hour or two. This is the last week of school, however, and if my adult neighbours don't take holidays and sleep in a bit, then my child neighbours enjoying summer will take care of me.

None of this would be an issue without the fibro flare-up. I'd nap for an hour and then work the rest of the day. Or, when I have a full day's work ahead, I'd have an early evening. I'm only just emerging from the fatigue now, thanks to the flare-up, and even typing this is surprisingly difficult. I shall emerge, however, for if I can catch a bus in a couple of hours, I don't have to cook dinner, and I *do* get to see a whole bunch of friends. My next two hours, therefore, will be a careful balance of work and finding more spoons. It's over 33 degrees outside right now, so some of the spoonlessness is warmth. Hot tea will help with that. And then I shall do work. Gentle work, but work.


*by late, I mean 1 am, but this morning it was 2 am.
**by early I mean 7 am, but this morning my new neighbour left at 6 am, and took a half hour to achieve departure.