The muse is silent this morning so I decided to not blog this morning. Then I realized that was something to write about. My inspiration is being uninspired.
It doesn’t help that yesterday I made a conscious decision to not leave the house. It meant not getting exercise, and I’ve been trying to walk to keep in shape. It also meant having no human contact. The only ones I’ve spoken to in the last 36 hours were the cats. I didn’t use my time productively. I tried to write Gord’s Gold but that muse was silent too. The muse of blogging is not the same as the muse of musical tour guide. That’s what I decided my role as creator of Gord’s Gold is. I’m the sherpa leading the tourists through the mountains of my native music.
With all this lack of inspiration you might think I’d be depressed. You might think it was caused by depression. I might very well think those things and at other times it would be true, but not now. Instead I was struck by how much I wasn’t depressed even from thoughts that usually depress me. Am I happy? I’m not sure. Content? Clearly not. Numb? Not at all. I have a mild sense of well-being.
Baseball is not going well. The Mets keep finding new way to lose. My fantasy team is doing fine, third place, but one of my pitchers, Rick Porcello gave up six runs in a third of an inning yesterday. One of my two best players, Tim Anderson just went on the IL. On the bright side my other best player, Byron Buxton just came off the IL. I’m going to the Met game tonight.
I’m considering trying something new for breakfast today, making French toast from my chocolate chip brioche. I’ll let you know how it goes if I go for it. I probably will. I’ll leave you with that happy thought and this song by Christine Lavin.
Wise Madness 