full moon, weird air

DbR and I just walked dogs and it was a heavy, humid time. "I can't believe it's not raining!" He commented and I understood-it felt like it should've been.
There were little bugs flying around my head while walking which I absolutely abhore but besides that, the weather didn't bother me, in fact, I found it interesting and novel. I wouldn't want my atmosphere to be like that all the time but once in a while, maybe-
After the walk DbR took to his bed. The weather had ruined him.

Long Week

and a long week ahead, blah blah blah. I did a lot and am slated to continue to do stuff and I just want it all but also just want to sit in bed and read. I dread and anticipate happily simultaneously. Nothing mollifies or satisfies. Right now the edge seems omnipresent. Would like to remove nail polish from toes.