Reflections on the puddle of life

Lord, we seem to be two of a kind! My mood may be caused by my effort to cut down on my cigarettes - what do you think might explain yours?

I am in the same boat, guys. That's bad, it feels pretty horrible.

Well that's bad for all of us.

I think I might have figured it out. Apart from something which I'm not going to mention here, I forgot to mention that I became a Great Aunt again this week. That's 3 times now. And my Great neice is beautiful and lovely. It reminds me that I won't be having any more babies. I find that quite a depressing thought. I like babies. I'd like another one of my own, and another one, and another one. And so on.

And I forgot to mention too:

I am the blob of tomato ketchup on your favourite tie

I've had such a month of November. It's been overwhelming at work. Finally the worst is over and i can let up for the Thanksgiving holiday next week. Ah November. I always think of Melville's Moby Dick when I come to November. That awsome opeinning paragraph:

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.

"whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul;" Why are Novembers so hard? Why do they always seem to bring the blues? At least until Thanksgiving for me.

Uh-oh... just get through to Sunday, and a fresh start on Monday morning should invigorate you. Go for a walk for yourself. Listen to some music. Complete a project.

I dunno Virgil, maybe it's the change in weather, the darker nights and the slow slog towards mid-winter, when everything is dead or dying. But you're right, November is a difficult month. Nice passage. I've never managed to read Moby Dick all the way through.

Thanks Becca. I have a day off work on Monday which will help ('cept I've brought work home ) and it's my daughter's birthday this weekend so I'll be too busy to be miserable. A walk sounds like a fantastic idea.

Yes I agree Fifth, the change in weather and the shorter nights.