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.
Na manhã seguinte, quando acordei, com poucas horas de sono, preocupado com o buraco na janela, a ideia de que tinha de ligar ao empreiteiro, um frio de rachar e as reuniões que ia ter na Europa, com todo o cortisol no cérebro, não conseguia pensar direito, mas eu não o sabia porque não estava a pensar direito.