I believe I am in the throes of what one might call the Great Autumn Funk of ’08. Usually this hits me around February, but why put off 'til tomorrow the funk you can have today?
I've felt it coming on for a few days, that kind of low, disconnected, muddled feeling, and things around The HomeFront have suffered for it. Laundry is piling up, little projects are left undone, and the dinner attempts have been half-hearted at best. The little treats that I reserve for myself, like blogging, have lost their lustre. I haven't been commenting very often on other blogs, resorting to lurking because who the heck cares what a curmudgeon has to say anyway, right? I'm sure you all do not want me bringing this particular brand of sunshine to your com-boxes.
I am working to dispel a general feeling of dissatisfaction with . . . life. Everything I do seems to feed this malaise, and even my prayers leave something to be desired. Most of them are along the lines of, "Lord, help all the people who need help, especially the ones for whom I promised to pray. And could You send me some help while You're at it? Thanks." Fantastically lame and lukewarm, no?
Plus, the house smells like dirty hair to me, so there's always that to deal with.
I know this will pass - it always does - and I know there are many things that are conspiring to keep a girl down. Fiver's degenerating school situation and The Hell in a Handbasket Plan that both political parties seem to have espoused these days are just two of the things that are conspiring to give me an ulcer before the year is out.
I know what I need to do. I need to pull myself out of The Funk by my bootstraps. I need to focus on my children and my home and my exhausted husband. I need to find a little happy for this here blog because I can't stand it any other way.
**Bonus points to the person who can name a hit song by Grand Funk Railroad. Without Googling it like I did.