I'm not feeling very inspired, I'm sorry.
I've been cooking and knitting and sewing, with not much to show for it.
I want to come to this space and write about it all, but I'm not sure how.
The job I've had for 10 years is changing before my eyes in the hands of a new manager. I'm trying to see it as the push I need to seek out other opportunities. But I've become so comfortable with this steady and stultifying mediocrity.
In so many ways, I'm like my almost-five-year-old, who has yet to learn that not everybody in the world has her best interests at heart. She and I, our first instinct is to assume the good.
What I need is an early night.
A sunny day.
A bracing walk.