In training

The last few days at work have been spent huddled over a stack of printouts, proofreading/copy-editing my poor little heart out. I got a bit of a runny nose on Wednesday and it's turning into a full-on head cold. Psuedoephedrine was my friend today, otherwise I could have been nose-dribbling snot all over my markup. Not sure what the layout people would make of a big green drippy full-stop in the middle of an otherwise coherent sentence. Anyway, that's why I'm in bed at 9.30. C is out doing girlfriend things, which may involve not coming home (neat... a sleepover!). Little Miss M has the same cold I have so she'll no doubt be up in a little while screaming her nappy off and I'll have to be bottle guy, as usual. So an early night is good. I'm going to sit up and read for a while, then hopefully drift off within the hour. It's good timing though, because if I get lots of sleep tonight, that's a few hours I have in the bank for when I have to get up in a couple of weeks and watch a two-hour football game at 2am.