The morning started out overcast making it feel very much like fall. The gray skies suited my mood. Pensive. Foreboding. Uneasy.
Never mind that by noon the sky had turned clear blue. The mood remained.
I spent some chaotic brainstorming time in whether or not my Zuma score might protect me from whatever looming catastrophe could burst forth on the scene. Sort of took the fun out of the whole game to tell you the truth. I’m thinking about giving up Zuma for good.
There is a little pad of paper on my desk where I have been keeping a list of writing ideas. I feel too scattered to attempt them. They are good ideas and deserve my full participation, but I seem to be stuck in a gloomy feedback loop these last many days.
And hey, it’s not all in my head either. Let’s be fair. Disaster has struck our southern shores, more storms will be on the way, terrorists squat in mud huts with cell phones, plotting murder and mayhem, with only their crazed ideology to keep them warm at night, and synagogues in Israel are slated for demolition.
Who in their right mind would NOT be gloomy?
In Ecclesiastes, Solomon said, "With much wisdom, comes much grief, and he who increases knowledge increases pain."
Which bestows a new level of gravitas to the old saying, "Where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise." (Thomas Gray)