I lucked into it today. I sent a text message off to RockGirl, and in it I included the phrase that I'd been looking for all week.
I feel out of sync.
Something is amiss.
This could be jet lag I suppose. But it's not.
I wish it was. But it's not.
I fear that my needs are no longer a subset of my wants. I fear, in fact, that my needs have been satisfied. And now, now my wants have nothing to anchor them. So they wander aimlessly.
This could be bad.