my mood is no better this morning, due in no small part to the fact that I had a crappy night’s sleep. I think it was probably a combination of paint fumes, over-tiredness and a head that was far too full of stuff. I slept only fitfully until about 4am, then solidly until 7, then dozily until after 8. Consequently, I was more than half an hour late for work this morning (although I did stop on the way to sort out some recycling and get together some decorating detritus to go to the refuse centre).
I really want things to work at the moment. But I mustn’t try too hard. And I must also accept, that sometimes, things don’t work. *And* I mustn’t be negative.