WithOut Explanation. Today is slow. I’m trying to spice it up a bit, here. But I just feel stuck. Pointless. Empty. Forgotten. I could play cello/fiddle. I could email important people. I could read a good book with a cup of tea. I could have an in-house matinee. I could get extra-organized. I could shop for groceries. It all sounds good, it’s all doable; I don’t want to do any of it. I had a really crappy sleep, so maybe I should start with a nap and a cup of tea. Maybe that will make me feel like less of a ghost. I danced yesterday and came home so fricking tired. And today I’m anxious about a bunch of crap and I don’t even know why. It’s not the end of the world, I know. But it feels like doomsday.