It’s all gray and dreary out, which seems to suit my mood. Not that I’m depressed or sad or anything. I’m just sort of plodding along, doing work. Wishing I were home. Hoping my car repairs don’t cost too much. Vaguely contemplating the future. Wishing people at work would be just a bit quieter. Wishing my cube had a door. Wondering about a list of my own like Becca’s. Contemplating the Cough That Won’t Die. Staring out the window at the rain. Thinking that maybe I’ve moved on from my need to live in the past. Hoping the present and the future justify moving on from the past.
Current song in my head:
“Out of Reach” by Gabrielle