Factory reset

The morning WFH was a bit of a struggle. I couldn't think clearly. Small obstacles felt like mountains. 
As the fog arrived in the harbour at lunchbreak, the fog in my head started lifting. 
I cycled back home refreshed, alive, firing on all cylinders. 
And I gave the two fishermen from Kerry (judging by the not-so-subtle accent) something to laugh at, after the initial period of puzzlement. 
Win-win