a mystery

i am feeling content. i have started a new book (short story collection poached from tangle’s shelves) a new knitting project (those socks for my sister have been reborn as wrist warmers) a new garden (still mostly in the planning phase)… i’ve been cooking new and interesting foods (curry paste! polenta on the horizon) and going to yoga classes… interactions with the boy have been playful, comforting and i’ve had some quality social time with friends and family… sprunt is sitting on three eggs which are potentially on the way to being baby lime-green birds…

so why the intense insomnia??? what is doing battle with my apparent contentment?

unemployment malaise. that’s right, i remember.