First day I feel more or less decent and now the muse has vanished. Life is like that.
I think a big part of it is that I have to give an annual evaluation to a difficult person at work in the upcoming days so my whole verbal-language skill set is pointed there in my head. Diplomacy and business-speak don't come easily to me and there's s huge fear-of-the-Unknown (the individual's response) component. I know I always-always-always make things out in my head ahead of time to be scarier/more intimidating/way worse than they ever turn out to be in real life...but knowing I do that doesn't equal not doing it.
I am, however, glad to be having the mental fussing from a sober state rather than from the spike-y jaggedy emotional and physical state of regular heavy drinking.