That Thing I Do

I’m feeling that…that thing. No, not that thing. Yeesh, you people.

Every spring I get the terrible urge to fly to Disneyland, and this year was no exception. The urge I’m feeling now is different, but the push feels of the same quality. I have a need to nest. To clean and paint, and to reach out to people. But not so far as to actually touch them, thank goodness. To build and craft. Possibly to make holiday gifts.

This will last until I look at the partially blue wall in our livingroom, then fade into a bliss of gosh-a-book-sounds-nice. With any luck.

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