Fogged

I woke up "fogged". The brain just isn't working. Had a very disturbed night. Heat and forgetting to take my pills combined to make it so. I was beating the children up in my dreams again. Rage and violence. Now I feel guilty.
And I've got my first driving lesson today as well. Maybe 2 wasn't a good time to book it as thats when I start to feel tired again. Well too late now - i'm sure it'll be okay.
I was thinking more about "everythings okay" and I realised a lot of it is there is no passion in life, no rage, no violence but no joie de vivre or love and lust either. Is this a good thing? A homogonised life, a bland life?
Two weeks after Patch, Rowan started her season today. So that'll be January for mating and April for pups again. Give us something to look forward to.