Sometimes, like tonight, I have trouble expressing myself.
I’ll call it “writer’s block”, or “extreme mind fog”, or simply being tired.
But that’s crap.
And I’m calling myself out on it.
Part of it is that the weather does affect me. We had some really nice days, where things started to melt. I was up, I was happy, Spring was on its way.
And then….. it got cold again.
And my mood has spiraled with it.
Also, there’ve been some things going on at home, that I don’t talk about.
Here, or anywhere else.
Needless to say, Oz isn’t perfect, the wizard isn’t behind the curtain anymore, Toto has fleas, and the Wicked Witch is really just a woman with issues.
The natural state of life is chaos.
And if I pass it off with a joke, or a snarky remark, well, that’s a mask I’m used to wearing. It fits well, and I know just where it hangs in my closet when I need it.
This too shall pass.
Just not today.