Some days, you’re glad to make it through. Nothing particularly bad happened. Nothing particularly exciting. But your neck is stiff, your arm aching from sleeping with limbs askew. The low pressure system is doing your head in. You had to read every email five times before registering what it said. Your phone’s news alerts leave you spinning and the spreadsheet out of focus. You just hope that some days don’t turn into most days.
Written, I’m fairly sure, with U2’s “Some Days Are Better Than Others” somewhere in my head. Bono seems more blasé about it.
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