Yesterday I got home with a pounding headache and went straight to bed. At some point, in bed, I remembered that I still had not written my diary but decided to go ahead with the sleeping routine and write first thing in the morning. So here I am, still half in bed because it’s the only warm place around the house where most other humans are still sleeping. Ironically I had a conversation over dinner yesterday evening, about working from bed and how I really don’t like doing it at all because I tend to get stuck there. With the pitch coming up this morning though, there is very little chance of that happening.