It's early on a Wednesday, cold as this April has been, but the low sun paints a glow.  Warmer later as well if I believe the BBC.

So week 5 off work.  Five weeks off work.  Anxiety, panic attacks, call it what you will.  Yesterday started happy, awakem then I had to call work, talk to GP talk to HR nad I was a wreck.  One good start to the day doesn't equal well.  Even a few days.  

What will I do?  I'll do my morning exercises and go for a short walk and listen to the "On Being with Krista Tippett" podcast.  I think I'll read and go for a longer walk when the day warms.  Later in the day I suspect that "Repair Shop" and "Great British Sewing Bee" will engage me.  I keep trying to figure out what is wrong, what can I fix, can I go back to work.

I don't know the answers.  Maybe it's best I just let go.  Oh, that.  just writing "Maybe it's best I just let go" gives such an emotional response like a big life event.

Can't ignore that can we?