That's it really. Not necessarily sleeping, but laying in bed, alone, peace and quiet.
I work ft and cycle to work so I'm pretty tired but I'm literally counting the hours until bedtime.
It's Saturday night and I've just come to bed leaving Dp and dd downstairs.
Today is the first anniversary of my mum's death and I am obviously feeling very sad today but this is every day.
I'm 51 and feel 81 in terms of motivation and energy. I'm just overwhelmed by the world and everything going on.
I'm happiest in bed, happier still if my dog snuggled up with me. Then I'm quite content, in bed.