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It hardly seems like my day off was only a week ago, six days at that. In the interim all of that energy and zest seems to have fled and I'm scrabbling to find more. Some stomach virus has hold of me again, and surely that accounts for much. The concepts of change I've been working toward lately seem to be out of my hands at the moment, and that's not a good thing if I can't keep improving the odds of success. The custom corset seems to be not so custom- apparently a measurement was just ignored instead of being confirmed with me, the buyer. Sunday's fluke of personal interaction on a level far deeper than I'd been prepared for after 48 hours of isolation didn't sit easily. And of course, with the loss last night of the NCAA championship title, the whole campus and even city is in mourning and the halls are quiet- not productively but rather with grief and anger which I could do without. Yeah, it's sad, but it's a game. Don't beat up someone and stop with the cursing already. Good news? Ok, one piece, I get my sewing machine back from the sexist repair shop but that's really mixed- a love/hate activity that's only superceded by my need to finish a project, any project, I start.