So I had this migraine last night, right.  Out of nowhere, pain.  Took drugs.  All good.  But this morning when I woke up I was feeling like the bottom of a birdcage... really yuk.  I was also stressing about the massively behind editing work that was waiting for me to pull a Spectacular on it.

Then I realised... if I wasn't expecting myself to pull a Spectacular, I'd feel relatively ok.  Ok enough to potter around (after cleaning my teeth, of course).

So I decided to drift back to sleep as I dearly wanted to do.  And I woke up at 9am, and I pottered.  And I did a bit of desultory errand running, and then around 2pm I settled down to work.

And I got more done than I expected to.

I had recently noticed that the stress of disappointing others or failing in my promises was more of an issue than I had realised. This confirms it.