I somehow was able to drag myself through the workday today. I didn't get much sleep last night, but the lack of sleep has given me a little insight into a friend's similar problem, of which we have all been reading.
I came to realize today that the accident, which I've taken to calling the "doggy head-butt," really pumped up my adrenalin. Through the whole thing, I was amazingly calm, seeing things in perspective, able to take events one step at a time as they unfolded. This was all well and good, but I was feeling pumped, and I stayed that way well past when the alarm clock went off this morning. Even with the events well settled, I remained primed. That's one reaction to adrenalin.
My hunch is that our esteemed BK has also been running on adrenalin, mostly because of how the play he has been rehearsing has been going.
This isn't necessarily a bad thing. But it can be exhausting.
Good sleep vibes, BK. You deserve them.