Oh, my. Think I've accumulated some sleep debt over the festive season. Tried to catch up on #reading, but couldn't keep my eyes open this morning. Finally went to bed for a nap, and the phone went off. #Work. I don't see how I can do this, but I can't afford not to. Lovely Sunday casual rates. I don't know if essential tremor is known to be exacerbated by exhaustion, but by the time I got home I couldn't raise a glass to my lips single-handed, and could barely type, which really fecks up my standard evening winding-down routine. On the plus side, I was definitely excused cooking; piping hot sausages flying everywhere just will not do.