Working. Cooking in the kitchen. Listening to music that makes me happy. Running most evenings, though not tonight because my ankles are unhappy with all the pavement-pounding. Trying to finish a book before its due back to the library. Reconnecting with dear friends. Spending time with The Handsome One.
There are words percolating, but nothing I’m ready to share.
I think it’s just adrenaline-let-down. That feeling you get when all the panic and anxiety and thrill are over.