But Where It's Goin' No One Knows
Monday, July 22, 2013
A quick post.
I doubt I got the job referenced in my last blog post. Ah, well. And so it goes, like Nick Lowe sings.
I do need to get out of my own way, in that and in all other areas.
It has been hot as hell here, and it is finally a semblance of cooling down, but it stills feels humid and draggy here, as if July were bumping along a rough and muddy road, getting mired down in, well, I don't know what. The past, maybe. Julys often seem difficult, I have found. Likely it is due to the weather, but also due to the late, late sun. I suffer from seasonal affective disorder, so not enough sun is also a cause for concern, but I think too much light can do it, too. It just seems like too too much, like a radio that's too loud, or perfume that's too cloying or a too-sweet artificially sweetened so-called treat with a bitter aftertaste.
But enough; I said this was going to be a short entry, and so it shall be. I need to go out and walk before it gets hot again.