I've been in my own little Pit of Despair the last few days. Totally dug the Pit myself, same as I built the little Raft I mentioned in the previous post. The Raft doesn't work when I'm in the Pit, and there's no way a darling little Houseboat would ever fit in there.
I woke up at 3:00 a.m. today, re-living every wrong decision I've ever made. After lying awake for an hour or so, I went back to sleep. Not because I'd come up with any action plans, but simply because I was exhausted.
See the the signs up there, and the mess of roads? That picture is exactly the way I feel much of the time, and it's daunting. Especially when you're looking at it from a Pit.
I think part of today will be spent trying to sort out my map a little better. I think, somewhere along the way, it got folded wrong.