I was already off-kilter, so since Boadie died I’ve had a wee spiral of sad + not sleeping + not eating = The Dumbs.

Result: I stayed up far too late last Friday to finish reading Drood, but I roll my eyes and wrinkle my nose every time I pick up Daily Life During the Black Death.

Usually anything involving plague will really get me going.

Also: I started a knitting project, then hated it and ripped it out. Picked up a previous project, knitted several inches, then noticed all the ways in which I had messed it up, ripped it out. I’m now on a brand-new project with the first-mentioned yarn.

Also: I can’t be bothered to pick my clothes up off the floor, but I went on a rampage and cleaned off the stacks of miscellany on the kitchen table.

Also: I’m exhausted, but instead of sleeping, I stay up late looking at the Internet. And let’s be honest: the Internet is boring.

I’m in A Mood, for sure. Thankfully, Dingo and I are off to Vermont for the weekend. I get to be in Vermont and watch my beloved cousin marry her true love. If that doesn’t break my Mood, there’s no help for me.