I've run out of words. Or, at least I have run out of ways to compose them in an expressive, lyrical manner. Today I have no observations. I thought of relatively little, I felt even less. I vacuumed, I mopped. I folded laundry. Every action was automatic.  Mechanical. Emotionless. 

Being liberated from my obligations leaves me time to think. And to feel, which is sad. I feel sad and I couldn't tell you exactly why. So I won't bother trying. 

Pensive.