Today began with a fright. Yesterday and the day before both began with a fright as well.
My neighbours are not good at managing their firewood, because every morning in the wee hours just before daylight, they’re outside my bedroom window (well, over the fence just outside my bedroom window) swinging an axe to split logs for kindling.
It took me until the third day of waking in a fright to realise there wasn’t a maniac trying to hack through my house and murder me in my bed.
Anxiety and the ‘worst case scenario’… y’know what I’m talking about.
And I’m lucky my supervisors are so nice, because I had a lovely chat with one of them today, ostensibly to discuss my thesis progress, but mostly we talked about dogs. I like my thesis supervisors. :D