I don't feel unhappy, down or irritated or for that matter joyful or calm. I feel flat and disconnected. It's as if I'm a step behind myself and I've been trying to catch up all day. My thoughts are distracted and I can't concentrate. Ray talks to me and I don't hear him and George is far away.
It's funny how one day with a moment of joy can be followed by another that feels flat and lifeless and sort of ... meh. I'd like to go to bed now and start afresh tomorrow.
It's ok though, I don't mind, it's all part for of the journey. Tomorrow will be different.