Today is one of those days where I’m not sure how to feel.
Yeah, I think that’s the word.
No. No, I take that back. “Bleh” isn’t the word. That expresses too much emotion. Perhaps “meh”; that might be a better choice. It’s a careless indifference, like you’ve just taken all the wires in your brain labeled “feelings” and just unplugged them and all you’re left with is a dull throbbing in your skull. Not so painful that you want to take an aspirin, but something that you are constantly aware of.
Maybe it’s the weather. I mean honestly, what are you supposed to do with a day that is bright and sunny, and yet bitterly cold; then its snowing like a fiend, and then goes back to grey.
I’m having a grey day. Maybe I just need a hug…. Or nap. A nap might work. It’s been a long couple of weeks. This weekend was particularly long. With the exception of last night, I don’t think I was in bed before 12:30 (which is unusual for an old man like me) and of course I cannot sleep past 6:00. I’m not cranky yet, just more of a funk.
Stagnant? Maybe that’s it. I haven’t had a chance to accomplish much lately; just maintain. That could be it to. Sometimes I get so many ideas bounding around in my head, if I cannot get them out it starts to hurt.
I need to clean the den. Maybe it’s that notion of unconquered clutter that’s gnawing at me.
You know, on second thought, I’m good., its just another one of those mediocre melancholy Mondays. Carry on.