April shrewd.

I'm unsure if post-exercise exhilaration cocks up sleep but I posted another woeful four hours last night. That's now ten from three, kip-fans.
Nonetheless, the squidgy knee was less painful than expected today and I celebrated by having a nice wander in the gloaming when home.
Stupid to think I could hit this spot with a stone thrown from my front step and yet I only walk along it once a month.
Maybe April Fool is apt after all for this idiocy.