This morning I feel a calm. Perhaps it stems from an open window pushing in a cool, late summer, early morning breeze. The only hum comes from the icebox. A far away siren sounds. Closer. Closer, still. Still.
I must have looked at the clock...Well, I didn't count. It seemed to be the thing to do.
I rinsed fruit for our lunches. I made coffee. Peeled bananas.
I feel exhausted, yet full of energy.
I am re-reading Truth & Beauty. It makes me long for—I don't remember feeling anxious, aggressive, tired, unmotivated, sour, or moldy—youth.
Do I really feel this way?