A bugger of a day for Poor Old Henry

Funny day today. Hard to nail some days. They can leave you with feelings of empty disconsolation and lack of surety.

Feels like you are trying to navigate in a straight line from one point to another in a coracle.

Definitive thinking is challenged and your brain feels as if it is swimming in molasses. Eyes get wavery and you feel totally unsure and somewhat overwhelmed with the mists of depression.

You tend to nod off into a restless doze and on awakening feel as refreshed as a limp lettuce leaf.As the day declines feelings of hopeless helplessness seem to magnify.

What of tomorrow; greater vitality or more lacklusterness and feeling metaphorically akin to the endurability and resilience of a bald tyre.

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