Unexpected reaction to my first therapy session [View all]

I woke up at my usual time, this morning, and fed the fur babies at 6:30. Then, instead of making up the bed and getting dressed, I crawled back into bed. The next thing I knew it was 8:15! I felt bad that the ferals hadn't been fed so I jumped up, got dressed, mixed their food and attempted to put on my wellies. Which is when I found one of the missing whiffle balls had been hiding in the toe of one of a wellie. Now why didn't I ever think to look there?

I got those most patient ferals fed, came back in and THOUGHT about making up the bed but, honestly, I feel like I could curl up and go back to sleep. I'm going to make breakfast, have some coffee, and then decide. There's nothing I was going to do today that can't wait until tomorrow.

I haven't slept past sunrise in many, MANY years. I'm lucky if I get 4 or 5 hours of sleep and those are rarely continuous hours. I'm guessing that small amount of emotional purging truly kicked my ass.