I don't know if it's relief from all the stress of moving, or the continued stress of not yet having my own space, or illness, or Mercury in retrograde, or all the 9/11 reminders...but I have just been feeling...not right, these past few days. Of course, the past 2 days worth of migraine didn't help. Migraines (especially the longer-lived ones) never fail to depress me.
Of course, I wasn't doing overly well for at least a week before that. I've had a persistent tickly cough (bronchitis? allergies? other?)for awhile now, and have been very tired, groggy and unfocused. As I said to my housemates last night...if it weren't for the vet appointment today, I'd just not want to do anything right now (and honestly, I don't want to do that...but I'd feel like a bad cat mommy if I didn't)...'cept maybe curl up in a dim room with a good book and live in escapism land for awhile. I feel...fussy...like a sleepy baby who doesn't want to take a nap.
Speaking of naps, I've been taking quite a few of them of late (which is a wonderful luxury)...and I think I'll hop offline now & take another. Hopefully this miasma will wear off in a few more days.