Catching up

I have been in a 2-month+ funk. This particular funk has been characterized by irritability, discouragement, apathy/malaise, escapist behavior (indulging in too many movies, episodes of The Office, pulp fiction), consuming rather than creating, near permanent tears lurking beneath the surface that leap at any opportunity to breech any barrier(s) and flow freely. Sometimes they succeed.

This morning I got outside and down to the parkway. Getting outside and moving my body almost always makes me feel better. I need to burn some oxygen through my body to see (feel?) clearly, my own personal system-cleansing formula. If only I could patent my variation of oxyclean.... There’s a man who always seems to be on the parkway whenever I make it there. It doesn’t matter how far north or south along the river I run, I see him. This morning he had a mustache, guess it’s been a little while.

I’ve been thinking about romantic love lately (see above comment about consuming movies and pulp fiction). What is the basis of it? What communicates love and/or romance to you?

I made a personal breakthrough in some writing efforts this past week. Nothing worth sharing yet but I hope it will be someday.

I slept this afternoon, still trying to nurse my cold. I spent the later afternoon running children to piano, birthday parties, dance, delivering a post-partum dinner. I read picture books to all 4 children after dinner, Eden and Soren leaning in from the edges to enjoy some old favorites.