Living with my skin off

I've been extra sensitive lately, emotionally speaking -- not necessarily in very painful ways, but more like what happens after you shave your legs for the first time in a while and there's so much more you can feel.

Maybe there's just a lot going on in my life. It seems strange to say that, since if anyone asked what I was up to I'd probably say "nothing". But when I think a bit, it's not nothing; there's the job search, of course, and a whole bunch of things to improve the house, and a big square dance calling gig coming up, and I owe more e-mail to various people than I can shake a stick at. (Hey e-mail, see this stick? Ha! So there!)

Or maybe I should just lay off the caffeine.