dry as sand

Got up this morning knowing half the bed would be empty, poor Justy was too warm and went to sleep in the basement at some point in the night. I always like seeing him first thing in the morning, sleepy Justy is adorable. But I also woke up sorta aimless, sorta sad, sorta wishing we'd sell this place and move somewhere a bit further out with nicer views. Something we owned outright, maybe a bit smaller and a bit newer, with new windows, no yard, and a bathroom we love (and can actually use.) I wouldn't call it a bad feeling, but I do feel like I'm missing some wind from my sails. Recent leadership changes at work certainly have me bummed - we lost a really tremendous leader, things are better by far than they were two years ago but the future's a bit uncertain. More so than usual, anyways. I don't exactly feel excited, either. On a few things, yes, on other things, not so much. There is all too often a thought that "I just have to make it until ___" where ___ is some upcoming thing.…