Some days are too much ...

~ the plate too full, the horizon too dark and smoky, there might be light at the end of the tunnel but I'm buried deep and can't find the effing tunnel ...

Do you find, sometimes, that what’s on your plate -, spread out on the table (in my case, files, stacks of files and not too much wood left uncovered), there is no room for anything but one plate, and it’s piled high.

Things to do, calls to return, calls to make - ideas to explain, problems to solve, diarized tasks atop all the daily ‘must do’ everyday t…