Weirdly mopey for most of today. I think it’s end-of-semester blues. You’d think that would make me happy, to turn in grades and be on vacation, but there’s something about finishing a big project, even one you desperately want to finish — it leaves a gap.
At least I got to send off some sweets and cookbooks and tea towels today. That was satisfying.
Still overall mopey, though. (I am fine. Nothing is actually wrong, just to be clear.)
Sigh. Hopefully I’ll be over it by tomorrow. In the meantime, dosing myself with a re-read of some Martha Wells Raksura series. It helps.
What would really help would be writing, but I am just completely failing to make myself start again. GAH. If I knew what would help me write, I would ask y’all for the help. Profuse compliments? Oddly specific threats? Seductive blandishments?
I DON’T KNOW.
