I wonder – does the rabbit, caught in the headlights of the oncoming car, know that, if it doesn’t move, it will surely be splatted all over the road?

And, if it did know, why is it sat there, staring at the headlights?

If I don’t do this tonight, I will feel relief. But then I go through this tomorrow too. This continuous worry, constantly thinking about it.

And if I skip tomorrow, then it will have to be Thursday and then it’s almost the weekend and so, somehow, that’s OK.

Except, of course, it’s not OK at all.

And, because actually this thing is not really anything, at least not yet, then that’s a stupid feeling, for sure. But delaying it is not helping. No, not helping at all. And you, my lovely reader, would almost certainly not understand if I said what it was – but then, it’s not just the one thing it appears to be. Oh, no!

But, still, I feel like that rabbit. A rabbit with knowledge but nonetheless paralysed by fear!!!