No, I’m afraid I didn’t SPRING out of bed ready to get to work again. More like dragged out by a nagging sense of duty and an unfortunate knowledge of what happens when I don’t let the dog out fast enough. But I DID get up.
And here I am. I’ll get back to work as soon as the pre-coffee fog clears. (for anyone thinking of decafing–you still get fog. Or at least, I do. Maybe the coffee cup is a psychological need. My brain knows I expect nothing much from it until I’ve lifted the mug X amount of times.)