Funkifried

I'm in a funk.

I think. I'm not sure really.

I'm doing everything I should be doing.

Running.

Working.

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.