I just saw this pictures a few minutes ago and I would like to share it here because I had a nap three hours ago and I couldn’t sleep properly, but also because I am crazy in love with owls (perhaps even more with owls now than with cats). I could not have sweet dreams; instead, I was having nightmares about my week at work, what I had forgotten to do, prepare, finish. I do loathe going through such « ordeal ».
So, yes, worry is linked to imagination. How do you cope with worry, especially on Sunday when you are supposed to be resting with your next of kin?