I hate it when I'm uneasy but don't know why. There's this gnawing feeling in my stomach that I'm trying to figure out. I think it may be a combination of a few things that at some point just hit the tipping point from "ignorable" to "uh oh." Because not one of the things in the back of my mind (trip to Ohio, an issue with a play I'm working on, a potential problem with a book...maybe others?) warrants an "uh oh," but apparently together, they do. And it's even more strange because most of these things have been resolved (happily resolved, even), but...that feeling is still there.
I'm just a worrier by nature, but man, is it obnoxious.