There is a feeling of restlessness about me.
Our way-too-short, wacky weather summer here in Massachusetts has flickered to an end. The leaves are changing, and falling, skittering across the driveway. Darkness falls well before 7pm now. My alarm wakes me to darkness. I arrive home after work and it's dark.
I find myself discontent. Cranky. On edge.
Perhaps my feelings of unease have to do with the inevitable sense that winter is steadily on its way?
I'm tired of my commute. I'm tired of not feeling comfortable in my stretched out skin. I'm tired of a lot of things that are best left unblogged.
I feel isolated. I miss my sister. I miss my girlfriends. I miss my Mom.
If these are the Winter Blahs attacking me this prematurely, I'm screwed. Any suggestions?