Still can’t do it. Yesterday I started writing a post about getting out of the funk I was in. I got all bogged down and ended up writing some silliness suitable for Wrist to Forehead Sunday. Today I tried to edit what I had written, feeling it would make a dandy Middle-aged Musings Monday. Got bogged down a again.
What, I ask you, is a blogger to do? (This may or may not be a rhetorical question; reader’s choice.)
I did take a lovely walk with my nice husband, Steven, and our beloved schnoodle, Tabby. I could write a Pedestrian Post and have done with it. It was an enjoyable walk. The temperatures have warmed up. I was fine in a regular sweatshirt, although I did put the hood up when my ears got cold. We saw some daffodils, a few crocuses and some little purple flowers which I could not identify (must ask my Mom; she knows all that stuff).
Tabby, by the way, seems to be recovering nicely from her Lyme Disease. She ran around barking when she knew a walk was imminent. She is not completely herself yet. When I got her a treat after the walk, she did not jump up on her hind legs to get it but waited for me to bring it down to her level. However, she is definitely on the mend, for which Steven and I are quite grateful.
As for me, the walk did not exactly cure my funk, but I think it helped. Fresh air, good company, exercise, what’s not to like? Could it be that my funk, like Tabby’s Lyme Disease, is not something I can just snap out of? Perhaps I could gradually emerge from it, feeling a little better each day, till I am busily writing, completing tasks as I hope to.
In any case, this is my Middle-aged Musings Monday post. Ooh, I just remembered something. A few weeks ago I changed it to Monday Mental Meanderings. Did I mention I am in a funk?