yesterday was just one of those days. 
one of those days i felt like doing nothing.
i felt like i sat the entire day and did just that.

it isn’t entirely true, of course.
i nearly finished a quilt, went on a walk with Little Man,
and eventually worked out when cc came home…
and the evening was just fine.
on days he doesn’t come for lunch and i find out he is gone again on saturday….

the days just seem long….

funk. that’s what it is. not quite content,
but not depressed or upset either… just a funk. 
i get an almost anxious feeling on days like that.
i worry about everything and it is almost paralyzing.
takes a lot to get up and go.  part of that is because i miss being home.
this place is home to me because i love living here…

but i will admit, i miss being able to drive 5 minutes to about 100 different people i love.  here it just takes more planning. so i guess it could be chalked up to a light case of homesickness….

i chatted with my mom long enough for her to give me a video tutorial on some quilting question and she was off. probably to do something creative/productive.
she had done 2 workouts already, and was headed to the temple.
of course. cause that’s my mom.  

i bet she doesn’t even have days when she’s in a funk.
even if she would call em that…
{and she would have finished the quilt she thought up for a baby.
minutes after she thought it up.}

this morning i woke up to the sound of cars and trucks. 
not a crying child. he is, as we speak, still sleeping and like this, no less….

i can already tell today is going to be a much better day.