There was a flurry of activity in August and September that kept me busy in a 'check things off the list' sort of way. But in recent days I've begun to feel like I'm stuck in a limbo or caught in a gelatinous blob. It's both unnerving and frustrating for someone who prides herself on being a bit of a control freak. I feel in control if there are things I can do -- write, organize, research, tidy, whatever. Sometimes it's perceived control, other times I actually accomplish a few things. Now, though, my fate lies in the hands of others. I'm waiting for an email, a phone call, a sign of activity that will guide me into next year -- hopefully on a path of more optimistic certainty. Today's lack of agency tips me into anger/frustration or melancholy/anxiety -- some of my least productive and least favorite states of mind. Since mid-November 2023, I knew deep in my bones that the outcome of the U.S. election in November 2026 would have an even bigger impact...