Erratic would be a good word to describe the goings on of late. And unsettled. This week has felt like a brief staccato movement in a large composition. It came from nowhere. But it must have come from somewhere. And just as quickly as it came to life, so too shall it fade and life might possibly resume its normal course. Possibly.
It's a full moon tonight. They say that the moon has an effect on things. On people. Well, it's strong enough to move oceans. Why not little old me?
I think it's the moon, among other things.
We're driving down to Katonah tomorrow to spend the weekend with Col's family. We're really looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to feeling settled again.