There’s nothing wrong with having an off day, is there?

Silly question, I know.  I know it’s okay, but I always wonder if it’s okay.
Well, if it’s okay for – me – to have an off day.

Lee’s visit has left fairly melancholy.
While this is a somewhat familiar mindstate at home, this is the first time I’ve felt it since I’ve been here – a whole week.   I guess it was bound to eventually come back around.

We just talked about a lot of stuff.  Some of it was pretty personal from both sides.
It’s been kind of rainy all day.    I think a walk would do me some good, but – with my luck and Florida weather – I’d get caught in a typhoon and ruin the cellphone.

I’ve tried to stay busy a bit.  Used up the turkey I took out of the freezer a couple of days ago and turned it into spaghetti.  I skimmed the paper, played a game, and tidied the house a bit.  Played with the cat.

Still feeling meh.
I just have a deep desire to take a nap – a wish that will probably be filled soon.

I don’t know.
Maybe it’s a touch of homesickness.
Maybe it’s the conversation I had with Lee.
Maybe it’s because the anniversary of my dad’s death is tomorrow.
Hell, it could just be the weather.
—  I’m pretty sure I didn’t skip my Prozac yesterday.

Truthfully, I haven’t slept very well over the past couple of days either.
I’m not sure why.   I’ve made really sure that I was exhausted physically.  Well, as much as I could.   I keep feeling like I’m being bitten by bugs too. Although, that may not just be my imagination.  One of the first things the boy and I worked on together when I got here was treating the house for Sneezle fleas.  They could still be around.

Anyway, I should be happy, right?
This is the first time I’ve been around the boy since August.
I’m dodging some of the cold Indiana winter.
My class ends on Monday.   After that, I’ve got three weeks class free.
I got two out of my three objectives met.   That’s a lot more than I thought I’d do.

So, I should be feeling self-satisfied.   Maybe even happy.
Right?

Right.