I am unmoored. I have finished reading a book series that I haven’t read in a long time. I had a weekend with friends that involved dinners that I didn’t cook, pedicures, and bingo. Through all of this, I am only half here. It’s a description of this winter as a whole. I spent some time getting my new routine streamlined so that I didn;t have the stress of constanting thinking about little decisions and trying not to forget things. But now, between the work that is still building and commute, I feel drained and uninvolved in my day. I would liken it to being in the rapids, eddies and…