I hate that feeling. It's hard to think of even one thing I want to do when it gets like that. So . . . there ya go. Today was half that, half the other thing--needy and whiny. I went with grief, instead. And the best antidote to grief is hard, hard work. So, I did yard work. All by my lonesome. Cried a little. Whined in a post here. Watched stupid TV in the evening. And now it is a reasonable bedtime and I can go brush my teeth, wash my face, tuck myself in and read a natural history book (no emotion, just the facts, ma'am) until my eyelids turn to lead. Maybe it will be better tomorrow. And sometimes, it really, really is. And that's enough right now. Sometimes. Because that is far better than never at all.

I do love the world--it is large, contains multitudes and there is more in it than dreamt of in my hour-to-hour philosophy. Better to be in it for the long run, isn't it?