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    How coronavirus has wreaked havoc with our sleep

    Some of us can’t get enough. Some are getting too much. Then there are all the weird dreams. What’s Covid doing to our sleep?
    by Calla Wahlquist Oct 23, 2020 4 minutes
    With an increase in working from home due to Covid, many of us now only have to walk from the bedroom to the lounge room to start work – and that’s just one way the pandemic has disrupted our sleep. Photograph: Hirurg/Getty Images

    Two months into the Melbourne lockdown, Erin Lyall stopped being able to get out of bed.

    She used to wake at 7am and work out in her home gym. But as September rolled around, and the daily case numbers in Melbourne began to level out even as restrictions remained in place, that routine succumbed to grogginess.

    “I am waking up around 7.30-8 o’clock but the sleep inertia is really bad,” she says. “So I am just lying there trying to get motivated, and I am checking my phone for a bit, seeing what the [coronavirus] numbers of the day are, and then trying to get up.”

    Sarah, who asked for her last name not

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