It’s r-e-a-l-l-y getting old (is old, has been old for months on end now) spending work week after work week (after work week) alone at the Des Moines house for the sole purpose of going to Day Jail day after day after day (after day). Traffic was efffing brutal this morning, and it took me over 1-1/2 hours to get to said Day Jail (yep, 90+ minutes to drive 16 miles. I’m too tired to do the math). My frame of mind parked in traffic and pouring rain and wind, and stewing in the juices of knowing how sucky the next many hours are going to be, is not a peaches-and-unicorns type of frame of mind.
God I hate this. Hate it.
I won’t even talk about work. I don’t want to revisit that awfulness.
Part of my “frame of mind” is the season. Gah! So many people seem to love fall, and I just don’t. I never have! It’s the start of darkness, and while I admit there are striking days with pretty color (mostly around here it’s gold and orange—not a whole lot of the vibrance you see in New England, for instance), for me it’s that gateway into the oppressive dark and gloom and cold of winter. I miss summer so much! We had such a stellar one, and I ache for it. I just don’t want to let it go!
I need something to look forward to. (You know, besides Friday nights when I can finally head to Harstine and blink my eyes because then it’s time to come home from Harstine to begin my Day Jail week again…)
Sorry. Downer post. But I got nothin’.
