Why do I sense that hopelessness is in the air? In every post I read, I sense discouragement. Or, am I projecting?
For the past few days, I've been busy. Living in the "surface," just going about my business. It's a bit of a relief, but there is still the underlying current of angst. I've retreated from putting forth my sexual creatureness. I've stopped being playful and looking H in the eyes. We're just living side by side right now.
Not sure what is going on. Perhaps I'm losing enthusiasm. Or, perhaps I'm just taking a break from the maddening study of my mind and of our life.
Here I am again. It's Monday and there is no chance of spending much quality time with H until the weekend comes. I've got lots of plans this week, so I'll be able to busy about without much drama.
Weather should be warming up soon. That's what I'm looking forward to right now.
