Home's gotten lost

I'm not settling very well, not feeling 'at home'.

All is very familiar, and Louisville becomes more distant, but I've grown a membrane that prevents me from actually touching my UK life.

I used to tuck parents and my America behind 'that's all okay', but I can't now. They aren't simply okay. Frances is cheerful like yellow balloons; my Dad's been asleep even tho' I call at supper time. I don't think they've done the calling to arrange hotels for us, end of April. I haven't either. I haven't the energy.

Henry says it's all just my Pisces nature, fishes swimming in opposite directions, and that I'll feel more lively when my biorhythms head back up. I hope he's right.