I would like to tell you about the last two days, but I can’t. Mostly because I don’t have the essential vocabulary, I don’t think. So if you’d like to sort of recreate my recent experiences, here’s what you should do:
Find a porcupine.
Insult the porcupine until its all a-bristle with rage.
Pick it up.
Plunge your face directly into the angrily-bristling quills.
You get the picture.
The thing about having a couple of difficult days, though – and also, having a face full of spikies – is that they pass. You pull the quills out, one by one. The problems get solved. Everything passes.