I am whelmed.
It's that state of not-too-much-happening-right-now. Not too much. Not too little.
Just ordinary. No extra.
Like white linen before you bleach it. It's white, but it could be whiter.
It's the feeling of been gasted without the flabber.
Vagant without the extra.
I'm standing in, not out.
I'm ceptional.
I have nothing to complain about, I'm perfectly gruntled, thank you.
And I believe it all has something to do with it being the end of the week, and no, the To Do List remains unchanged, but thanks for asking, nonetheless.
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