Could not get to sleep on Sunday night - it was well into Monday before I actually dropped off and even then it was fitful. I just couldn't get comfortable and my ankle was bothering me. As a result, when the alarm went off at 7.30am I was tired and could have slept on - but the day had to be met - even if I was yawning throughout.
After work (a pleasant day) I was shattered and nodding in the armchair until I dragged myself into the kitchen to make tea. I was upstairs by 9pm and drifted on the bed for a couple of hours before actually getting in and saying goodnight to the world. My dreams were full of timesheets and staff allocated annualised hours (which was much of my working afternoon).
Might need stronger coffee for a Tuesday injection of buzz.