Tomorrow is soon enough to sort things out. Not even very early tomorrow, for I'm leaving my alarm clock in my handbag where it can't wake me up. I shall explain very carefully to the earth underneath that it need not feel obliged to quake, and to my body that the aches can go. Most of this fatigue and pain is the aftermath of all that anaesthetic still. This is why I'm not taking it very seriously. I want it to go, though, and so I shall sleep.
If I say it often enough I might stop yawning for long enough to stand up and work out where my bedroom is.