Is this unease I feel? What’s bugging me?
My health is good, the weather’s fine; today
I have no tasks, no place I have to be,
and as I run an intimate survey,
I’ve not offended friends or family.
I haven’t lost my memory or way.
My slate is clean. I’m struck with no mishap.
There’s nothing wrong. Perhaps I’ll take a nap.

(Ottava Rima)