I'm supposed to go to nyc in less than 2 hours and I'm sitting in my pajamas completely rejecting the idea of packing, let alone actually leaving this chair or the state of Ohio. I'll have nothing to do here except drive around or read. Finish sewing my curtains. Sulk. (All of those things sound great, to be honest..) But still my mind and body hesitate. Makes no difference to me where by body exists - NY vs OH - I just do not feel like being any kind of outgoing or forcefully cheery. And I'm sure my pensive and preoccupied insides will emit outward melancholy if I don't proactively commit to an opposing state of being. Sigh. No one cares, Carol.