10 weeks

Hungry. Queasy. Exhausted. My unmade bed mocks me. But I feel surprisingly content amid the clutter and mess that has crept up on me these 10 weeks. Clean and folded laundry waits to be put away. Bags of unwanted belongings wait to be taken to Good Will. Paperwork to file. Gifts to be given. Thank you notes to be mailed. Floors to be vacuumed. Oh dear. Am I content with this?

I just feel like I need to land somewhere. I suppose true satisfaction comes from within.