I’ve been in a mood, a sour disposition, if you will. As a matter of fact, last Friday a co-worker said, ‘You are in a bad mood. You usually can’t tell, but you can right now.’ Oh, boy. I was hoping to adjust my attitude by today, but I’m not sure.
I imagine it’s too many irons in the fire, too much uncertainty at work . . . it’s corporate-ese and overbearing personalities.
It’s the fact that my nephew turned 5 yesterday–and that makes five birthdays we’ve missed. Five years we’ve missed seeing him open presents, and blow out candles. For us, it’s a few minutes on Skype, a box of gifts already opened, and another year begins.
Of course, more than anything, it’s the fact I need a vacation. I need carefree days of nothing to do, and nowhere to be.
I need this old train to break down . . . then I could take a walk around, and see what here is to see . .
Now that I think about it, that song’s probably a little iffy, as in there’s a slight possibility that breakdown is a bit symbolic, if you know what I mean and I think that you do. So, what do you think it means if it makes me feel better? Let’s just go with it’s a catchy tune–a catchy tune that’s bound to make a Monday a little brighter. Yes, let’s just go with that . . .