I'm adding a post only to bump the STRESS poem/post off the top of the page, cos it may be depressing for some to look at.

I am aware that all the stuff I'm doing, all the activities I'm handling and managing, and all the tricky time-juggling that I'm doing, would probably give me some sense of satisfaction and accomplishment some day in the future.

That day is not now. Right now I'm just stone, drone, moan, bone tired.
(Ok so this post is depressing too. But at least it's not suicidal.)