temporary love in a cup

In case you haven’t gathered, I’m not entirely in love with talking too much today.  There’s something in the air, it doesn’t smell or feel like anything, but you know it’s there.  It’s making my brain feel as though it took a break and replaced it with a bowl a lukewarm oatmeal.  No… I take that back… it feels like cold oatmeal with a cheerio box cut up in it.