been treading water the last few weeks. canning, enjoyed, finished. 2 bushels and it still won’t be all we use, but enough. school starts tomorrow. i got depressed this time last year too. feeling locked into the school schedule, another year here, little chance to get out, and little visible progress on moving. i still have no doubts as to it happening, but struggling to keep my heart here and engaged. no big projects, no big goals other than the very distant-seeming one of moving out to the country, no passions, just treading water. i get angry at it after awhile, not finding something to sink my teeth into. less the teeth-sinking than the feeling inspired and motivated really. no passions. watching my husband and his never-wavering one of making art. jealous of it to be honest. knowing i can pitch on more on the biz end of that, and that i’d enjoy it. but enough? not sure. being itchy doesn’t run a happy house. supposed to be my alone night and i can’t even muster myself to leave to do anything. this i will regret.