About a half hour ago, the Moon entered its 5th mansion, The Universal Body, whose letter is غ and whose Divine Name is The Manifest (#75 of the Asma ul-husna), الظَّاهِرُ.
As much as I may be relunctant to admit it, instead of feeling refreshed and ready to be back on campus, I felt dissatisfied all day. I couldn't bring myself to make jokes about it or post ironic comments on FB. This feels like a more serious malaise than that.
At this point, the only thing I can think of to do is to avoid pushing myself too hard with tasks that are unrewarding, and to try to find time on a more regular basis to do things that are more meaningful to me.