Then I went to work, became very stressed at the amount of work I had to get done, and became grumpy.
Then I got a call from my Mum saying she had bad news and that my brother in law (my older sister's partner) has just been found to have a massive brain tumour. He's in the Alfred as we speak having all manner of scans.
Then I went and rode the Tour de Burbs bunch, and didn't get dropped. Felt fucking good man.
Now I'm home and it's eerily quiet