Uneasy

I am somewhat uneasy based on the fact that the story I've been working on for a year now must be put away for a week or two. Until I get some feedback on the whole thing, which might just lead me toward defenestration. And I just don't know what to do with myself. Luckily I'm reading Lullabies for Little Criminals and it's gripping and surprising.

I am also uneasy by the fact that it looked like spring, it wasn't, I didn't wear gloves, and now my hands won't move properly.