Good Grief 68

What lies beneath.
After being a bit 'hyper' yesterday, today was probably bound to be a bit slumpy.
Even though the day was fine and I had a good walk and chat with my friend and her husband I have come home and crashed.
All the geological layers of the self are resting unhappily, fracturing, faulting, shifting, layer upon layering, in a rather non-specific and unsettling way ... just beneath the surface, with occasional surfacing.