I am sad.
Not depressed, not actively unhappy, just sad. I'm sad because I'm stuck at home on the hump night of a long weekend, slogging through an editing assignment that holds my interest not a whit. I'm sad because I'm beginning a long stretch of time in which I'll have almost no relief from work or school. I'm sad because those circumstances will in turn give me almost no time to reconfigure my mindset before I hop a plane to Cuba, which means I'll still be decompressing at the beginning of a once in a lifetime travel experience.
I'm also sad because my husband would rather be anywhere than here right now, and I don't really blame him--I'm cranky, I'm phlegmy, I'm preoccupied.... I'm no fun. But these things perpetuate themselves, don't they? I'm no fun in part because my husband doesn't want to be around me. It's a lousy experience, knowing your spouse is off with a friend kvetching about your unfunness, while you're stuck at home working on an endless freelance assignment that you're only doing for the money.
I'm a'wishin' some nice email would spring out of the ether right now. That would cheer me. But I may have to go shopping for organic skin products instead. The cranky, overworked, money-driven professional drowning her sorrows in a sustainably produced jar of organic brown sugar body scrub -- if that doesn't encapsulate my muddled East Coast/West Coast mindframe these days, I don't know what does.