I’ve been sleeping very well, going to bed early and getting up before dawn. Sweet Mr. Fluffles has been curling up with me.
I spent most of yesterday in front of a computer screen. A full-time gig fell through for budget reasons, so I’m on the lookout again for work.
I’ve changed the sheets, cleaned out the frig, planted a new garden, kept work-related commitments, been gracious in the face of disappointment.
My appetite is off.
I’m numb.
I had two weeks of walking on air and now I’ve come down.