Im sorry to hear about the bad days, my days are wading through treacle combined with utter uncertainty
Meh. It's all treacle and utter uncertainty. Get me and wigginhall to strap you into a chair in a dark room with an anglepoise lamp in your chops and beat you smartly about the back of the head with Alan Watts's
This Is It while he does the Zen whatsit of
sunyata and the emptiness of all being and various assorted
koans while I do the Western philosophical tradition of
bastinado of the soles of your feet with Russell's
Problems of Philosophy whilst expounding upon Kant's tripartite model of opinion, belief and justified knowledge and see how you like them apples.
If he ever reads this, Wiggy will know. And, probably, laugh