You know me- tired, woozy, brain fogged.
Add a little malaise- light head, nausea, ‘not quite right’ ness.
Consider that the latter may have been the result of some unintentional overindulgence or other.
Decide that there’s only one cure for whatever’s ailing you.
Walk down the hill, across the bridge. Head through the park and pass all the happy smiling graduates and families. (Silver shoes are a thing this year.)
Retreat to a place of discovery.
Be ruthless in your selection, but not cruel. Pick 3. Only a philistine would restrict herself to 1.
Skip home, restored and ready to face the world.