Looking back it was, of course, all Small Stuff and I don't usually sweat that but just sometimes the logical side of the brain doesn't manage to conquer the emotional side.
You know the sort of thing I'm talking about going pear shaped. It was raining so I didn't do the washing (I had three loads waiting). The sun came out. I did the washing and put it on the line. It poured. I changed mattresses and put a new one on so had to get rid of the old one. It was a large mattress and a heavy one but I managed to get it into the back of The Nighthawk and off I went to the coup (dump/tip/refuse disposal/dechetterie - whatever) only to be told that they'd recently closed it to all but commercial traffic and I had to traipse off to the new one miles away. The chili con carné for dinner was too hot (Steve didn't think so fortunately) and the parsnip soup definitely lacked something (fortunately I had an alternative starter handy). I won't bore you with the rest but you'll have got the picture.
Fortunately a friend, Steve, came for dinner bringing an excellent wine which we finished before it could be ruined by the heat of the chili. We then watched Twelve Angry Men which is an excellently directed and acted film.
This morning Steve's still ensconced in the guest bedroom so I've had an hour or so before I have to be host again. This morning the sun is shining and my mood of lethargy has lifted.
And then I read Dawn Treader's posting Too Many Things at The Island of Voices . Yea. I am not alone!