Storm Watch

The sky is clear and blue, my triglycerides have returned to a normal level, and I have met the impossibly charming, lovely and witty tofuju. It's Friday and I won't be in the office at all next week, as I have to go to London on Monday for some only mildly painful meetings, after which I'll head to Provincetown for a long, painless Thanksgiving weekend.

All should be well. And yet there's still this underlying feeling of stress. I'm calm enough and sleeping better (the decaffienation has helped with that), but I still feel like things still aren't quite right and that there's drama ahead.

It feels like the calm before the storm, when in reality there is no storm in sight.