Not fully well again (major bummer), I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep. The first line of a weird story came to me and I decided to get up and write it down so I wouldn't forget in the morning - I always do forget unless I make that effort. Well, one line became two which became three ... A couple of hours later I had a fully formed thousand-word story. All day, I've felt anxiety around reading it back to myself.
I went rapidly downhill when I left some friends after a walk from Hebden Bridge, sleeping all the way back on the train.