Yesterday was a weird day, a lethargic, slightly mopey kind of day. For no good reason, except perhaps that I didn't actually exercise or write fiction -- is it possible that I've already gotten so used to the two that the lack of same will throw me off badly? Weird, if true. Today I'm planning on both -- exercise soon, followed by writing of fiction in a cafe, so we'll see if the day is better. I'm still feeling a bit mopey, to be honest, even if I did get lots and lots of paperwork done yesterday. It was an efficient day -- just not efficient about the right things, perhaps.
I'm feeling a bit disconnected, and maybe you can help. I'm wondering, my invisible sprites, what is going on with you, especially those of you whose journals I don't regularly read.
Talk to me, people. E-mail or comments to this thread, whatever's good for you. Tell me how your week is going, what the weather's like where you are (it's pretty close to perfect here, holding sunny and breezy), what you've got planned for the day, and so on. Toss in a few of your hopes and dreams, if you feel like it. Tell me a joke. Just say hello.