I spent this week feeling very sorry for myself, nursing a bug that took me down from Sunday to Thursday. This rendered me incapable of doing or thinking anything productive - which I’m not used to. This also meant I wasn’t able to keep to my morning ritual of getting to a cafe nice and early, ordering a cold drip, and getting about drafting my newsletter. This made me quite sad, as writing has become an important part of my routine. I find it super satisfying getting my thoughts down in some coherent form. Its a cleansing of the chaos in my mind.