I'm in a funk.
I think. I'm not sure really.
I'm doing everything I should be doing.
Playing with kids.
Amorous moments with husband I won't divulge online.
Meeting new people.
Chatting with friends.
Still. I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right.
Perhaps I'm just tired - or fried as it were.
It's been a long five months.
That's it. That's all.