Has anyone seen my ruby slippers?

A coworker was just talking to me about the fact that I'm incredibly tired. More than tired, actually - exhausted, not just physically but mentally...and I think it's really showing now. I mentioned that I had to get a refund from the petty cash because the vending machine ate my money yesterday when I tried to buy a Starbucks bottled Frappucino and she proceeded to express her disapproval of my dietary choices. Then, she inexplicably offered me chocolate - much like the other coworker downstairs who would also ply me with candy - and for whatever reason has been continually foisting imported chocolate on me since she started...I don't even like chocolate that much and yet I keep eating it anyway! Pure! Evil! Oh. It's on, woman.

I've been working on a really boring project for a couple of days, so that hasn't helped. What could be worse than having to flip through hundreds of pages of reports and document my handwritten notes, and then contact other departments to follow up on those notes. It feels like I'm having to remind people to do their jobs...my own version of a tormented afterlife scenario. "The burning means we're working! "

My husband has taken to expressing how much he now hates the state that he's spent his whole *entire* life residing in. He wants to move, something awful. I tend to think that part of it is a form of wanterlust since he has an "anywhere but here" attitude, and the other part of it is that we're both suffering waning optimism as we head into our early 30s. There's a cloud of malaise and resignation hanging over this state...a plummeting housing market (I don't even know if our house would resell for the balance of our mortgage)...decreases in state-wide services because of the mass-exodus of family age residents putting a dent in state tax revenues...declining morale at work because the job market makes us feel trapped as we see no prospects for either of our careers (if we even have jobs after the summer -- yes, it is getting that bad). He sees greener grass out of state. Literally - we're in a drought and are under sever watering restrictions, so almost everywhere else (where it isn't still snowing) has greener grass. What seems to be frustrating him is that we've switched roles. A few years ago it was me sending him job information for the Carolinas and Georgia, and MLS numbers to check out real estate in Pennsylvania. Now I'm not sure that such a move would improve our circumstances, and he's the one trying to convince me of what a great idea it is. I think we're both the kind of people who can settle down and stay put for a long time. A lot of my family is made up of the the opposite type - the ones who are constantly picking up and moving either to get a "fresh start" or to run away from their situation, and I grew up watching various clans moving back and forth from town to town and state to state. Some people might think of it as a form of freedom to be able to just pack up and move across the country without much of a long-term plan or giving the whole thing much thought. The idea just terrifies me. Starting over? But I worked so hard to get here, where I am now...nuh uh. I'm good. If things take a turn for the worse or a really amazing opportunity is presented to me, then I'll reconsider, but for now, making that big move is just a pipe dream.