In the post New Year doldrums, we are at the helm of our own individual ships and we have been sailing off course – as far as getting up and going to bed go – for a week and a half and it is time to take that tiller and get things bound more directly for port.
The risk is that you overcompensate and put the ship into a spin on approach to the harbour. But leaving the righting of the body clock until Monday will result in a wreck: that much is certain.
I always think that churchgoing is a plus in this respect. You get up to go to church at 10.30 on the Sunday, so getting up to function on the Monday is that bit easier.
I have been fortunate however. An early coffee yesterday and a lunchtime lunch helped to bring Wednesday into focus, although, admittedly I was/am struggling to look at days at their day-names, more in relation to their proximity to significant days, like Hogmanay.
This is Thursday, though. I think.
May you find a painless way to right your rudder before Monday.