Funk

So here's the deal -- I really do have Blogger's Block. I've been tired for a long time. A really long time, almost a decade now. There are breaks, though; days, or weeks, when the fatigue recedes and I feel almost well. I haven't had one of those breaks -- not one lasting more than a day or so -- for over a year, and it's wearing me out. It's hard to feel creative, it's hard to feel optimistic.

Then I go through periods, as I have recently, of reading the news; watching the news; thinking and feeling about the news. I get heavier and heavier. My world gets darker -- even the dozens of baby sparrows in the garden do not lighten it. All those wings, and no lift.

So, I am grouchy and grumpy and edgy. I promised a friend to make an appointment to see my doctor, which I will do tomorrow. But that won't change the news, now, will it? I'm going to be like that squirrel for awhile -- my eyes are closed; I can't see you and you can't see me.