[ Unci wiggles out of the bag to plop her big fluffy butt over to Sesa and hop up on him. Hope he likes biscuits 'cause he's got the best baker in town digging into him now. ]

Would you like someone to talk to it about? I believe Gnosis and I have been afflicted with a similar curse of... "not feeling like ourselves". I won't be able to help, but I can lend an ear.