I am feeling yukky today and all I can think about is sleep...I feel the call of the blog and the desire to write more, to think more...but that isn't going to happen today. I just have to go to bed. I promise, something meatier or at least fun this weekend. I just haven't recovered from coming back to "real life".
Isn't it strange that "real life" is so different than the joyfulness of a vacation of quiet and rest? Shouldn't I be revitalized? What's wrong with this picture? I am just dragging this week. I'm worried. This isn't a good sign.