September 5, 2008
I feel I am scraping around for a hundred words tonight.
Oh, there are dozens of things I could write about, no doubt, but none for which I feel sufficient enthusiasm.
This is not the apathy of depression, thank goodness, just the lingering tiredness of a viral infection and the effect of miserable, rainy weather. I am easily influenced by the weather.
It is not the rain alone which is inducing this apathetic mood; a good, energetic shower can brighten me up. It is the type of rain: persistent, invasive, grey. It is huddle up and wait it out weather.
Oh, there are dozens of things I could write about, no doubt, but none for which I feel sufficient enthusiasm.
This is not the apathy of depression, thank goodness, just the lingering tiredness of a viral infection and the effect of miserable, rainy weather. I am easily influenced by the weather.
It is not the rain alone which is inducing this apathetic mood; a good, energetic shower can brighten me up. It is the type of rain: persistent, invasive, grey. It is huddle up and wait it out weather.