Yesterday I slept, lots. I didn't go rowing (shock, horror). I didn't go to the gym. In fact, I didn't leave the apartment and was still in my jimjams at midday. I lay around on the sofa or in bed and read and slept and did nothing. I even watched the whole of a Dr Who episode on TV (it was the one with the werewolf and really rather good). I felt horribly decadent as I padded around the apartment in my slippers.
But today brings a new me. All I needed was to catch up on sleep.
If only everything in life was so easy.