Unfinished

There are days I get up with a vague heaviness.  It isn’t physical.  It isn’t environmental.  It just is.  Perhaps it’s the accumulation of too many things to do.  Ideas and activities float through my mind and I never feel as if I’ve finished enough.  Done enough.

A change of scenery doesn’t alleviate this, though it mitigates its impact.

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