Johnny Mathis, sneaking into the title of this blog post. I hate that song.
Too much – our CPN came this morning, after squeezing us in to pick up after our psych cancelled our appointment on Friday. And we said too much, with all the aarrgghh that brings with it
Too little – conversely we also said too little, relying on body language to convey how we are feeling and unable to fill gaps or elaborate
Too late – it’s always too late, isn’t it. It’s been going on too long. Hedging our bets, we probably left it too late to say – or not say – what’s going on
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
REM – Losing My Religion