Present

I'm not sure what my deal is this week. I'm here at work, I'm awake, I've got programs open and I'm doing things that need to get done. Then I'm at home and I'm talking, reading, drinking tea, and going to bed.

I'm everywhere that I'm supposed to be, doing everything that I'm supposed to do, but I'm just present.

You probably couldn't really tell. It's not hugely apparent. It bugs me though.

There's more to life than being able to describe it like this:


Perhaps it's the midwinter funk. Perhaps it's the post-Christmas letdown. Perhaps it's the weather.

Not sure. Here's hoping to break this streak really soon!