Like the time Eeyore lost his house...

Yesterday afternoon, on my journey home, I was overwhelmed by a wave of inexplicable woe. It was raining too, a persistent mist of fine rain, particular to this area and as the saying goes the kind that gets you properly wet.

It was not the worst day, but it was a bad one. Strangled by red tape, time restrictions and self doubt, I was musing the days events when I crossed the road, skipped over the puddle (win) and landed on a paving slab which hid an ocean of water underneath (fail). Cue one wet leg and sullen face. A fraught bus ride and then home; knowing I had to cook, clean and entertain.

I woke this morning and had forgotten about the woe, but it soon returned. It was waiting for me at my desk like a little yappy dog. Yap Yap Yap all day whilst I struggled to untangle the red tape, and fight my way to home time.

One headache, a small desk weep and a very ranty email later and the day ended better than it started. I did a small win, and managed to process one order. Happy days!

I still have the inexplicable wave of misery lapping at my feet, despite the work related winning, so it's probably not centred on that.

It's disconcerting how it snuck up on me, enveloped me, and nestled in. Comforting and familiar, but uneasy, like a familiar smell that you cant place exactly and can't shake off. It'll take a while but the ol' noggin will work it out eventually.

Adieu