Little did I know how the day would unfold when I woke up this morning. However, I was as pleased as punch when I realised I hadn’t woken up once during the night. It was about time, though. The last two weeks, seasoned with restless nights, took their toll. My system was close to exhaustion. I wasn’t thinking straight, and even the easiest chores seemed like hard labour. Nevertheless, my energy was at rock bottom, barely reaching my soles. Anyway, let’s navigate back to today. Since I made the first essential step towards complete recuperation - sleeping like a log uninterrupted - I had high hopes for the rest of the day. My mind was full of beautiful ideas and plans, and my brain became a racing track for thoughts galloping like an impetuous foal. I really was full of beans even though the unequivocal signs of brain fog were written all over my face - a grotesque still-life on a bio canvas. When I finally accommodated myself with my dreary reflection in the mirror - as I’ve been doin...