Karen is grinding slowly north-west
I, on the other hand, am feeling very difficult and rather small. Which is hard, where I'm supposed to be big and easy. Everything is pressure, which is a place where I don't do well. I am late to get in touch with friends, I am late with other people's deadlines, because apparently simple things are too much for me; I can't even cook a decent dinner any more. I would totally pull this hole in over my head, only I don't think I've dug it deep enough yet.
Mac was cute this morning, but that's all that got me through the day. My own work, since you ask, is risible.
Also there was a huge fire a very short walk away. Fortunately, m'wife is a tropical storm. She'll put that out, if it comes anywhere near us. The smoke alarms are just redundancy.