i’m in a very strange mood, today.
i am not happy and i’m not sad… i’m just… just.
There is no anxiety about much of anything but a nagging feeling like i could be… should be … doing something more than i am.
It feels like a late summer day, that’s the feeling: one of those days when you are just a tad too warm to do anything but languish in the back yard and there’s one pesky mosquito buzzing about that’s keeping you from drifting off.
And so, i swat at my imaginary bug and keep on working … with this playing on my amazon cloud as i type:
