What I’m Blogging

There was a time when the characters were speaking to me. The words flowed across the keyboard if I just sat in front of the damn thing long enough. This is not happening, and I am suffering from the sound of a silent pen. Ink well all dried up. It is soddenly frustrating. I have not been able to put word to electronic file in two days. Everything I’ve typed has been crap. Have I whined sufficiently enough yet? Are there any offers of cheese coming?

…too many balls in the air to juggle…

Part and parcel of it is that I’m particularly tired. Work has been draining this week on both a physical and intellectual level. There are just too many balls in the air to juggle and I sense a shutdown coming. My wife senses something similar, mind you she senses that I’m getting sick. Coming down with a cold or flu (again) is the current theory. Manifesting an illness as a coping strategy to deal with all the stress. I of course scoff at the idea, as my head and joints ache, my sinuses start to fill, and I descend into a massive heap of grumpy helplessness as can only be achieved by a man under the weather. The kind of crappy ill feeling that turns early forties fiercely independent males into seven year old children looking for their mum and a bowel of chicken noodle soup.

So here I am, further behind. Feeling like crap. Feeling worse for being behind. The spiral downward is becoming more rapid, but there is hope. Hope for the weekend, hope for feeling better, hope for the muse’s return.

Snow Day! No, it’s not the cheer of jubilant children who have just heard their school announced on the morning radio as one of the schools closed due to bad weather. As a boy I lived for those days. No, today is about the sight of first snow.

another Canadian Winter approaches

I got ready for the office, gathered all my papers and my two laptops and proceeded out the front door where I was greeted by mother nature with tidings of the coming winter. Lovely white snow falling from a gray November sky. It was cold enough this morning that the snow was actually staying on the ground and covering the roof tops. Oh Joy, another Canadian Winter approaches. On a more positive note, I can realistically get away with not cutting the grass this weekend.