Get a life. I find the lives of my children endlessly fascinating. I want to know what they are doing as it seems so much more intense and active than my own life. I know they wash dishes, vacuum, do the laundry, sleep and are otherwise engaged in the mundane. Why do I feel this way? I am going out to lunch with a cousin to a Chinese restaurant I really love and which I have not visited in several years. That is exciting! The weather is crisp, fall-like and I could spend time in the garden, puttering, without having heat stroke. I made eggplant parmesan in the oven last night and it was yummy. The book I am reading is not that interesting but it is short and I have lists and lists of books to read next. It is just that sometimes it feels like . . . and there is nothing else.