While it's true that my toes actually are cold outside, it's better to be sitting out writing this. The mountain is very colorful and there are leaves and yellow jackets all around me. It smells a bit like fire up here, but not in that comforting legends campfire way, it's more like a grill. I want to attribute the strange chest pains all day to altitude, but I don't think it's that. So: taking a nice deep breath and a little break.
Today I've cooked about a million things and done all the dishes and cleaning, but like yesterday, in spite of working near constantly, I still feel unproductive and restless and half-mad. I don't really know what to do with myself. Jittery.
Don't be jittery Jess. I understand how you feel. I think a lot of us are in a really unproductive, not-sure-what-to-do sort of place in our lives.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy reading these entries - it makes me feel closer to you, somehow. I'm here if you want to bother me.