Me, that is. I’m bored and restless, critical and difficult to live with. I can’t find any satisfaction in anything. I am enough of a grown-up to know that these times occur every so often in any life, and fret all you want against your becalmed state, it’ll end when it ends. But still.
We have sort of blown off our beach vacation this year, mostly because we were so late in getting it together that I just couldn’t face the details of arranging a vacation while at the same time arranging the farm to be ok while we are gone. I’m useless, I tell you! We’ll probably take a little trip to the coast later in the fall—maybe Okracoke. If I can get it together.
I wish you all would tell me what it is you do to refill your reservoirs of inspiration when you find yourself in this state.

