How very uncomfortable...

I'm usually uncomfortable about using words like "holistic."  It's one of those terms that people say and hear and act like they all know exactly what it means ... when they don't.  I won't define it, because I probably don't know either.  (Okay, Dictionary.com says it's "incorporating the theory of holism in theory and practice" -- now there's a circular definition for you, although sort of Zen in its way.  Holism, it explains, is "the theory that whole entities ... have an existence other than as the mere sum of their parts."  See, not so easy; it's all vagueness.)  But mainly I wanted to use it to talk about how I feel like crap today.

There's no good reason for it.  Sure, the family has gone through the usual winter array of sniffles and coughs, sinus infections and so on, and life with two small children results in being tired as a matter of course, but this is more than that.  This is a sucking exhaustion, a general malaise, a headache with no proximate cause, a stiff neck that is a pain in the ... uh, neck.

Worse yet, it's a perfect day out there.  Dawn came to Lexington with a sharp chill, but the sun is out and the sky is clear and the temperature is headed up.  The weatherman promises a pleasant day, not the sort of gray, cold, listless atmosphere that usually drags me down.  That's where the holistic part comes in: I really do think that has impact.  So why, why?

Ah, well, things to go, places to see, people to do...