And I actually went to bed early, so this not-feeling-especially-rested thing is especially annoying.
I know. I'm whining. But if I can't whine here, where can I whine?
After posting the earlier entry, I did a walk. And an errand. A combination walk-errand. I needed to return a library book, Beverly Cleary's…
I've been sad today. It has been easy to think of sad things, and I've been thinking of them while not doing much else. Trying to think of happy…
...hi.