I wore knee high boots yesterday – these ones, in fact – so can someone please tell me how I managed to get 15 or so teeny tiny bug bites on my ankle and foot that are itch as hell? I do not recall opening myself up as a buffet. I got away from Cuba with exactly one insect bite, only to be attacked by mystery while trussed into a giant boot. Not cool, bugs. Leave my delicious juices alone.

I don’t feel well. If I were a betting man, I’d wager it’s 75% mental (insomnia, nightmares, anxiety) and 25% physical (headache). I need to shake this off quickly; at least for long enough to coherently deliver some training in the next 7 minutes – but I have a sinking feeling it’s going to take a little longer than that. I know myself well enough to know when I am Out of Sorts, and I am there. I loathe to up my meds – I feel like I’m already taking too much as it is, even though I’m on a minimal dose – but June does bad things to my headspace, and I don’t feel like whining about it (which is alarming in its own right; I whine about everything everywhere).

Maybe I just need a nap. I hope I just need a nap.

What’s up by you?