Last night I found myself wrestling with an alligator. As we struggled on the muddy riverside the alligator stopped, rose up on its tail and asked, in cultured tones, "Why are we doing this old chap?".
I replied that I had no idea so we stopped fighting and went to the pub.
Woodstock says this shows that I am having a mental struggle with various matters (Financing the stoodent, trying to sell the house and buy another ~ both on a reduced income) and that, at heart, I know my worries are groundless and that I will, as ever, manage to achieve my aims.
I think it means I took too much Valium yesterday.