My tummy isn’t happy this morning. I wonder if the beef gravy for my poutine was in the fridge too long. Each container is enough for three dinners but as much as I love poutine I don’t want it every night. I try to space it out over a week; maybe this was longer. At least my sleep is getting back to normal. It’s been difficult for me to get out of bed of late. I find myself going back to sleep after my alarm goes off and not fully awakening for hours. This could be because of my sleep apnea. It could also be because of depression. I don’t feel depressed, but depression can be a sneaky devil. I had therapy yesterday and we didn’t get a chance to talk about it. It’s where we are going to start next week.
That’s all I wrote yesterday. My tummy fixed itself very quickly so that was nothing. Today I woke up at 7:30 and popped out of bed, maybe that issue is going too. What a difference a day makes. You know what hasn’t changed? I haven’t left the house and have trouble finding things to write about. I have eight streaming concerts on my calendar today. Three are at 2 PM, and another three at either 7 or 7:30 so obviously I’m not going to watch them all. I’d like to get out of the house and take a walk. I’d like to do my laundry. Maybe I’ll put them off one more day and do them tomorrow.
I had a fun exchange on FB with a friend that I usually have bitter political arguments with. I was happy about that. It’s good to remember that no matter what a person’s politics is, they are more than their politics and even prejudices. On the other hand, I totally ignored another friend’s political post whose goal I agree with but whose reasoning is painful. Try to avoid posts of the COVID-19 therefore I’m right sort. Good thing I have autocorrect that changes spelling the name of the disease to all caps and ands the -19 otherwise I’d do what I do half the time on Facebook and write corvid.
This should be the opportunity for me to write thought pieces. I think about so much. I have thoughts about politics, religion, art, sports, people, but somehow they don’t want to be written. I have writer’s blocks. I never have writer’s block. I stand by the Jack Hardy method, write a song every week, good, bad, or indifferent; no matter what give your writing muscles exercise. I can’t let myself go two days without writing when I have plenty of time to write. But nobody says that I can’t write something short.
This just in, I realize what my problem is. Usually I find inspiration on things I experience or read about, but all I read about now is COVID-19. I just wrote corvid and when it wasn’t auto-corrected I realized I made the mistake. I could write plenty of COVID-19 therefore I’m right pieces but that would make me a hypocrite. I’d rather be a hippo. What’s the difference between a hippo and a zippo? A hippo is really heavy and a zippo a little lighter. I made a post asking for Dad Jokes and Brendon offered that one.
That last paragraph is a great snapshot of how my mind works. I pinballed all over the place in a few sentences. My job here is done. My reward is breakfast.
Wise Madness 