Everything was going well for me today. I was enjoying a perfectly safe morning, my barley tea was an appropriate 190F, my breakfast of three almonds was just enough sustenance to get me through my ritual half-mile walk/jog on the treadmill in my closet. Sometimes the almonds make me feel bloaty and fatigued, but not today. I even did the NY Times crossword, which is not easy for me to accomplish without Adderall. The morning was accepting me and encouraging me on my path towards daily renewal.
Then this happened, and I saw it, and I don’t know how to feel.
I’m going back to sleep.