I had to leave work early today. Decongestants were a MUST.
After setting home and changed, I cuddled up with the puppy on the sofa. I felt that all too familiar feeling settle on me. Heavy limbs. Everything in my head getting fuzzy. I fell asleep.
I woke up and realized something.
I'm not exactly happy right now.
Now no, I'm not unhappy with my job, or my relationship or anything. Just not happy. I'm not feeling it.
I strongly suspect it's largely hormonal. I also think that it's a result of two incredibly busy weeks at work suddenly ending.
I don't particularly want to do anything. I don't want to go to choir tomorrow. I don't want to go anywhere. I don't want to see anyone.
I'll snap out of it. I always do.
The last time I had bliss, laughing out loud until my sides hurt bliss, I went to Busch gardens with the Spousal Equivalent and a good friend. We all squished onto one seat of Le Catapult and screamed.
I need a good ride on the teacups.