It
sounded meaningless but I reminded myself I must catch up some of the
missed sleep when I switched off the lights at 3:21am.
After staring at the reflection of my face on
the clock glass for more than three minutes, I decided to get up but worried that
I was going to waste another day working at home. The clock read 8:13am when I drew back the
curtains to find a dull and wet Saturday morning. “That’s fine. At least the
temperature’s a couple degrees lower than yesterday,” I reassured myself.