So the next morning, when I woke up on too little sleep, worrying about the hole in the window, and a mental note that I had to call my contractor, and the freezing temperatures, and the meetings I had upcoming in Europe, and, you know, with all the cortisol in my brain, my thinking was cloudy, but I didn't know it was cloudy because my thinking was cloudy.
Así que, á mañá seguinte cando me levantei despois de durmir pouco, preocupado pola fiestra rota e por lembrarme de chama-lo contratista e polo frío que ía e polas reunións que ía ter en Europa e, vaia, con todo o cortisol que tiña no cerebro tiña a mente nubrada pero non sabía que tiña a mente nubrada porque tiña a mente nubrada.