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.
Tāpēc nākamajā rītā, kad pamodos neizgulējies, noraizējies par izsisto logu, ar domām par zvanu apsaimniekotājam un lielo aukstumu, un gaidāmajām sanāksmēm Eiropā, un ar to visu kortizolu smadzenēs, mana domāšana bija miglaina, bet es nezināju, ka tā bija miglaina, jo mana domāšana bija miglaina.