Breathe in, breathe out.

The tangles form a knot ~somewhere~ and it doesn't matter where. The precise location or situation is not relevant. It's bound to happen ~somewhere~ with all these frayed and sticky threads pulling against each other. Then, when the knot is untangled or broken, we feel relief. No reason to! Nothing has changed. The whole stupid mess is just as stupid and messy and prone to do it all again tomorrow, or next week, or next time.

Our little reliefs:

• no operation on the knee for at least three months while we wait and see whether it will heal ('Be symptom free' is correct rather than 'heal', I am told. This kind of injury doesn't heal.)
• weird email we thought got sent (by molly or angelata) to friend does not seem to have been sent
• our boss realises (after talking to the actual Bugsplat Wildflower Society rather than just listening to Ms Ant) that we Did The Right Thing by taking the book of the shelf.
• Trouble is tentatively enjoying work - solving lots of problems, anyway.