ol' red eyes is back

I am a bit frantic today, as the deadline for some work has been pushed forward and there's no way I can not keep to it, if I want to keep my job. In the past I would have taken this in my stride, put in a few late nights at the office or stayed up late working and finished the thing off. These days I am forced to face the day bright and early and be a bloody lark when I was born an owl.

The real problem is that I just can't adapt to writing in the morning and it takes me all day to get into my stride before I have to down tools and get home to relieve Mr McMuffin of his Babycake care responsibilities. Tonight I tried to recapture the ease of writing at night and have failed miserably. Although I have produced a reasonable amount of work in the last hour, I am squinting because it feels as if my eyes are full of crumbs and my fingers are tingling with fatigue. I am giving up and going to bed, hoping that poor Babycake's teeth will stop plaguing him so that he doesn't wake for half an hour every two hours throughout the night, like last night. Life has never been better, nor quite as tiring. Ying, Yang, equal and opposite and all that and goodnight.