I have been feeling peaky today. I told somebody so and then I wondered why peaky. I mean, I'm not at the summit, the acme, apogee or zenith of my powers. Indeed, I'm at the lowpoint, nadir and perigee. But it turns out that the peaky and peak are probably unrelated.
Back in the sixteenth century there used to be a verb peak that meant 'to look sickly or thin' and that might have something to do with mountain peaks as perhaps thought undernourishment you have become bony and pointy like a peak. But then again, perhaps not.
Tomorrow, I'm sure I shall be on top of the weather and my gills will be bad for the environment.
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