It's too calm. Things are too easy. Life is good to me and I have more than enough. It's terrifying.
I should be asleep but I'm not even sleepy. Just disturbed. And lonely. I've been feeling terribly lonely these days.
3 weeks to go. 22 days. More coffee. More tea. More sticking to my to-do lists and getting things done instead of succumbing to this dreary insecurity.
Go to bed already.