Here I am late again! On Saturday when this Catch-Up should have
been penned and available I was hiding away in my little house, wishing the gardens were
moats or magical barriers that could shield or distance me from unnecessary anxieties for
long enough that I might get my head straight and grab me some quality sleep. Of course,
the nearest thing to a moat was the result of non-stop rain, the horses had definitely bolted
as far as sorting my head out was concerned and MS had seen off any chance of quality
sleep some years previously. Still, it did remind me that the guilt associated with self-pity,
however secret, is at least as bad as common neurosis.