I have so many half-formed thoughts, but there’s too little time, I’m not free to chew the mental cud that’s been accumulating for quite a while. Need to set things down in black and white, to think straight. But no time. Sunday perhaps, when I’m on duty. I’ll have half the time in the world to think, to rest.

To think—but I’ve said that already.
(why do i worry? do i worry? is planning worrying? or is planning a response to worry? what is worry?)