When Diana got home from tennis tonight, she was feeling "out of sorts," which is a lot like me when I say I'm "not feeling like myself." I'm not entirely sure what causes her to feel that way, but for me it's my lack or routine, and lack of contact with humans during the day. When Diana gets home, I have nothing new to talk to her about other than the day's key pounding and what the cats did.
When I asked her if she wanted to meet a friend for dinner tomorrow, she was all over that. We feel like hermits lately.
We both need some change, and I'm not sure exactly what that means.