Ok, I’m in a funk today. I’ll warn you right now. If you are looking for a perky post about vinegar or chicken pot pie, it’ll have to wait. Today I’m blue. I’m listening to the City of Angels soundtrack (soon to be followed by Chet Baker), which is my Blue Album and drinking tea. I’m still in my jammies and will likely stay that way all day, unless I get enough pep to throw myself at the gym.
So what’s up, you may ask? Well, I’m not sure. NR went back to school today after a two week break. I love having him home during the day but by yesterday I was glad that school was coming back because I just wanted a little “me” time, if you know what I mean. I should have known this was coming on because I craved chicken fried steak, mashed taters and gravy for dinner last night. Nothing like comfort food when the blues are sneaking up on ya.
I’ve got nothing big to complain about. Things are going well. I’m excited to try my new ventures for 2008 and everyone is in good health and relative spirits in my family. Things could be a lot worse (and have been before) so my inner voice says “buck up, kid”. And that’s when I reach for the blankie and the tea cup.
January frequently bums me out. Spring is too far away to be felt, the Christmas hoopla is over and all those new resolutions are looming. I’m too broke, too fat, too slacker-y, too old to be still figuring out what the heck I want to be when I grow up, too…(fill in the blank) in January.
Oh, it’s raining. The misty, smears your windshield, kind of rain. I actually like that kind of rain. Think I’ll cuddle up under the blankie on my couch and watch the rain mist my ferns in the garden.
I did get a delicious rosewood crochet hook yesterday, which I dearly love. Maybe I’ll get wrapped up in fuzzy wool yarn, letting the repetition unplug my always chattering brain. Sounds like a perfect plan for a blue Thursday.