At 3am this morning my mind resembled an abandoned birds nest. Not one of those lovely neat round ones with a warm fluff lining. No, more like a rook's nest that didn't quite pass the scrutiny of the Chief Rook and her scrutiny committee and was cast from the tree with disgust, to lie unnoticed in piles of autumn twigs and leaves, mistaken for more autumnal detritus.
But 60 miles of pure clean sunlight, gentle climbing, rolling descents and lots of breathing has knitted together my destructive thoughts and (although still under inspection from Chief Rook), my brain is certainly developing a warm fluff lining and a functional, circular shape.
OK maybe I overdid the birdsnest analogy, but you get the point. Dwelling and crying into cups of hot chocolate: BAD. Riding and thinking and smiling at sheep: GOOD.
Here endeth the lesson.