I’m relieved. Apparently, it isn’t

I’m relieved. Apparently, it isn’t me. At least, not entirely. So I think I’ll step back a bit and concentrate on work, reading my novel, fighting the new modem at home and cooking a lovely dinner for myself tonight – when in doubt, always go for good food. And a long soak in the bath. And an early night. All these things should keep me occupied: more occupied = less thinking = a good thing, probably.