Mouse, this is so weird... Just beore I sat down to read your post, my husband had asked me, "Are you okay today?" And I said yes, but I was thinking about how really I'm not. It's Sunday, I should be relaxing and enjoying my new house... I have to go to work tomorrow, but I'm off on Tuesday... but instead this familiar, yet unnamed feeling of emptiness and sadness has come over me yet again. It knocks out my contentment whenever it feels like it.

The book sounds really interesting. I don't know if mine is mourning. Could be. Feels more like this evasive, weird, floating emptiness that is neither here nor there. That's probably why it feels so uncomfortable for me. Because I'm so used to the black and white, the extremes. I sort of just wander around when I feel like this, going from one thing to another, never settling down, never finding comfort in one thing.