Its twenty-five minutes to six in the morning and still dark, winter is all but upon us. Yesterday having worked so many shifts I started hyper ventilating at the smallest most infinitesimal thing. Couldn’t find the pestle and mortal, much slamming of kitchen doors and grunts, couldn’t find attachment to the food processor much the same, someone forgot to but a stamp on a letter nearly brought the world to an end. Even dog took shelter in her crate away from the angry cloud hovering above my head. Today I will do better and relax, take things at a much slower pace and chill.