"There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures."
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar.
I am waiting for a long-overdue scan. I have a feeling the result will be bad. I have been in bed this morning, but was awake, worrying, at 0430. This causes my symptoms to make their dubious presence felt.
So: tired + stressed + (symptoms arising from stress) = tired, symptomatic and stressed.
These are the days I would skip altogether. The sun is out, and you are at nursery. You're due back soon, all hot and bothered, and you'll probably go to bed. The dog hasn't eaten. I have.
I feel no better. Some days, everything is a task, to be tackled or avoided. There is no point to sunshine on days like this. It just makes me hotter, which I do not need.
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