Swimming through the sludge

I started the working week feeling crushingly tired, and things just got more overwhelming from there. I feel as if I'm constantly putting out fires in about five different parts of my life, and every time it looks as if things have calmed down, a new thing bursts into flames.

For obvious reasons, I'm not going to be hugely chatty here for the next little while — if you commented in the past couple of days, unfortunately I'm unlikely to get to it with a response, and I'm sorry.

Now I'm going to do some anti-anxiety yoga and watch Peaky Blinders (which, while not exactly calming, does at least have the reassuring effect of reminding me that at least my life isn't as stressful as that of a 1920s Birmingham gangster).