Just heavy, tired, stressed, sad. Under the bell jar.
I had a slight case of panic when I realized how late in the year it actually is. And how little I have done in the way of trying to keep connections going. I think I knew it was the beginning of The End when I stopped counting the days until I got to see friends again. Then time just started to work its magic, and days blended together and eventually, it didn't matter if or when I ever saw anyone again. When I left, I thought my heart would burst, but it just kind of split a small seam. And it's healing. Slowly, but it is healing.
I'm sure that this is all just a case of the Morning Wednesday's, because I usually love and miss the few friends that I do actually still have.