There’s harrowing and harrowing

 

It has been a harrowing day.  It began way too early with a knock on the door at 8:30 from a deliveryman.  I do not consider 8:30 a.m. a civilised hour to be knocking on people’s doors.  Especially when I wasn’t planning to get up before 9.  Earliest.  I’ve told you that one of the cute things about ME is that when it’s really bad it’s hard to sleep?  Yes.  You get too tired to sleep.  That’s really sensible*.  It’s like you are so tired you don’t have the energy to change states of consciousne