Sleep has been fitful for the past couple of nights and, on a couple of occasions, my wife has had to soothe me because I've been jumping and talking in my sleep whilst dreaming.
As ever, I don't remember the dreams.
I don't know why the past couple of nights should have been like this. Maybe its because my mind has been full to bursting, processing everything I've been doing over the past couple of days. Maybe it's the ongoing stresses of a Covid world finally making themselves felt.
"Those who were either extroverted or introverted before pandemic restrictions have become even more so since."
Indeed, I expressed that:
"...working from home, being isolated from most outside of our family, has almost been an introvert's paradise."
Not having to deal with people face to face is always a blessing but lockdown still stabs at the soul. Being an introvert doesn't mean that being stuck inside is a perfect scenario, I still want to get out into the fresh air and open countryside. One of the reasons we moved was to be near the beauty of nature and not being able to be amongst it is incredibly stifling.