Unsettled

    That's what I'd call it---a feeling, not anxiety exactly, but rather a feeling that I'm waiting for something, or someone, and I'm forgetting some important step.  As I've said, too many times, this is the first time since I was eleven years old that I haven't had a job, of some sort, with appointment times and deadlines, and therefore projects accomplished.  The feeling borders on the waking edge of those dreams where you can't find the room you're supposed to be in, or can't make yourself move.  The feeling gnaws away: can a person become so irrelevant that nothing at all is required, expected or remarkable.  Time will tell:  it always does.