Let’s just call this week a wash. Let it end. Will start my February next Monday instead. It feels like I am going through the motions of living without my heart in its place. My mind is still working, but I haven’t put my heart into much of anything this week. It feels like I am floating. On a cold block of ice. I need something to warm me up. A hot chocolate? A hug? A memory? A glance.

I need a stir. A toss. Only thing that is giving me that stimuli this week is my daily run. Ugh! I hate this feeling.

Let’s try sleeping over it, again.