I’ve been semi-productive today. I mailed four of the five packages that I intended to send off today. I accidentally left the fifth on the dining room table. Sigh. I got out of the house twice today — first to find packaging material, then to mail stuff.
I don’t know. I’m just feeling slightly bored, tired (but not the go-back-to-bed tired), and just off. I’m not sure what I need to feel better. Not even my favorite Dora post on Cakewrecks cheered me up. That never fails. I’m not exactly sad. I’m just not happy. Or even content/complacent/whatever that word is that I’m looking for. I hate that.
I’m going to go put in a load of whites and then craft something.