Tumbled

Yesterday morning I could feel it coming on. Persistently like a dark cloud rolling quietly in rather sneakily and not in any dramatic way. Everything I did seem to add to its weight until the point I arrived at work and proceeded to burst into tears. Tears and work just do not mix. Not professionally and not practically. The tears help I suppose by letting the pressure off a little and then I manage to pull myself together because I have to pull myself together for others. My first client soon arrived and that was it, get on with it and do a good job. Which I did and is what I do. Put on a happy face. They do not know and have no idea.