I intended to go to the dawn service or if worst came to worst the march. I was also fully committed to attending a special Anzac Day performance of Girls in Grey, a play about the nurses who attended to the dead and dying in World War I. I achieved not one of these things. In fact, I barely managed to get out of bed. I walked only the few steps between my house and my neighbour's house. I was really, really tired and really, really flat. I needed the day to regroup. Some times you have to listen to your body and mine was shouting "stop right now". Who am I to argue with such an expert source?