While I’m lying awake in the wee hours of the morning, trying to ignore the snoring and the songs of the birds, my mind – completely unbidden and unappreciated – works overtime.

My weary brain wants to dwell on the unresolved, the unreconciled, the unfinished and the unattended; and it bids me unrelentingly to take care of them all ASAP.

With a certain degree of spiralling effort, I occasionally manage to make some kind of vague plans in my head, wishing I could sneak out of bed and write them down. Unable, though, to put any of these schemes into action at four in the morning, I simply observe as my mind nags on and on.

Then these worries seem to morph into the unknown, the unseen, and the unthought. And before long they have become the worst of all worst-case scenarios: the unprepared.

Until I manage to find a solution to the too-short 24-hour day, I just have to hope that I’m not too late and that I don’t completely come undone!

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