I’ve not got anything to complain about, not a single thing, and yet.. I am lying here feeling a bit melancholy. Eggy noticed, cats just always seem to suspect these things. He’s planted himself to my side, which feels kinda ok. His presence makes my bit of sad feel almost a luxury.
I’m not sure why I feel this way tbh, perhaps it is just the stress of the last week catching up to me, or maybe I just ran out of things to do currently. I just feel like my energy got zapped out of me. At least I got a shower in and the dishes washed right? That’s something right?
Meh. It feels like it should be raining.