The rundown of my hours at work last week:

Sunday: 9
Monday: 16
Tuesday: 9
Wednesday: 18
Thursday: 16
Friday: 16

And then I slept 20 hours on Saturday, which was not entirely unexpected. I must say, however, that the additional 18 hours on Sunday, followed by another 9 to take me into Monday morning, caught me off guard.

I had Monday off, so I did get a conscious day to myself. I read, I soaked, I cleaned, and in the evening I went to The Crocodile for Camper Van Beethoven and Cracker. Happiness. Also, ear ringing. But mostly happiness.