I've been feeling out of sorts lately. In a hazy, undefinable funk.
--I'm carsick all day, whether or not a car is involved. (No, I'm not pregnant.) (Yes, I'm sure.)
--Sometimes I'll stare myself down in a mirror and wind up surprised at how little I recognize me. It's not that I've changed--I look much like me ten years prior--it's more that I have a picture, an expectation of my appearance in my mind. And this isn't it.
--I'll reach the end of a day so exhausted my bones sag, yet feeling like I've accomplished scarcely anything.
--I plucked my first white hair this past week. Precursors have been popping up in my eyebrows, so this was to be expected. Yet I can't seem to muster the appropriate horror; just a vague that's cool sort of thought. I suppose the novelty will wear off after a half dozen or so.
--Somewhere between occasionally and often, I wake up with fresh shock at the clutter that has crept back into my house. And I'll go on a cleaning rampage and throw out tons of junk and also some non-junk that I'll have to re-buy the next week. Well, lately I've registered this sort of shock at the (non-tangible) clutter that has crept into my life. I need to simplify, to pare down to the essentials. And I feel too tired to begin.
--Fall is my favorite, but I'm allergic to it. I'm also allergic to summer and spring. I seem to be running out of seasons.
--I hope to be back soon. Thanks for checking in on me. :)
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