At the end of the day. I have this sense of something left undone, something I’m evading. It is an unease I’m feeling. Nothing to do but live with it. It is the season. It is me. It is the same feeling that I wake with in the dark mornings now. It fades with light. It will fade with sleep.

I’m in a grump of a mood – again. Just being myself. Lacking humour. Lacking heart. I should just pack it in and call it a day/night. I should learn to give up, not to analyze, not to make better. Just let be.