Five, Twenty, Seven

Sometimes, I get in a bad mood.  Like, supremely bad.

This is where I am right now.  I'm just so sick and tired of being sick and tired.  I slept a ton this weekend. Not enough,  but still a lot.

The political climate is making me feel nauseous and suffocated. 

I'm feeling very stuck.

And I'm not really sure how to unstick myself.

Which, you know - I'll get there. 

And eventually, I'll be done with the Augmentin.  And my body will quit the excessive production of mucus.

With any luck, something will inspire me.  This time last year, I was in a pure, brutal funk, similar to this, and the ladder I used to climb up and out was this little thing called Hamilton.

The year before that, this is what helped me dig out of my funk.

I'm not sure what will inspire me this year.  But we're not getting another dog, I'm not going to find anything quite as compelling, musically.

So, you know - January funk.   It's real, and I'll work my way through it.