Down the Rabbit Hole

Foot holds and handrails

This morning my brain was up long before my body. I finally managed to drag myself out of bed at an obnoxious hour and go for a walk, my restless mind turning circles as I tried to pump my arms and work my legs. I slept fitfully last night and woke with a vague feeling of being troubled. It's been hours and I still can't put my finger on what is wrong. So far today, my arduous workday Friday has yielded nothing in my inbox that helps with my closing prep this week. I have four deals pending, all poised to potentially fall apart. An hour into my ferocious phone-calling and emailing, my monitor made a bizarre hissing sound and a black column of acrid smoke rose up from behind it. I've been battling a horrible headache and twisting stomach to boot. It has not been a very good day. I was able to break away for twenty minutes and sit down by the water. I'm wondering how I'm ever going to catch up with everything, I feel like I'm struggling to gain a foothold on a slippery slope.