I was in a deep funk today because I thought I’d lost the yellow pad on which I kept the running tally of all of my hours for February. As it turned out, rather like Poe’s purloined letter, it was in front of me all the time — it simply didn’t look right. I feel incredibly relieved. If I just don’t read the news before I go to bed, I might be able to achieve a low level of stress and a good night’s sleep.
I’ll be back tomorrow, depressed about the big picture, but relieved about my own little world.