how are you feeling today?

Found this morning:

[1] An article from the New York Times, “Feel Like a Fraud? At Times, Maybe You Should.”

[2] A poem titled “Things” by Fleur Adcock, from Selected Poems. © Oxford University Press, 1986. (Heard on this morning’s Writer’s Almanac)

Things

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse
and worse.