Thursday, October 23, 2008

Bad Time o' Year

October 23, 2008

I have a rough time with this time of year. Why?
I think the better question would be Why Not?

See!? Bad time o' year.

It always happens in October. Spouse has been hunting (he’s either gone or telling stories about hunting), I’ve finished a big training season/race (without much on the horizon), and I work for a tax filing software company (tax season ahead with much ado to prepare).

Oh and it gets cold. Not the fun kind of cold with large frosty flakes and oodles of untracked pow-pow. But cold for no damn reason. I have this theory. Wanna hear it? Great! When the furnace kicks on, several grams of invisible depressant powder spews itself forcefully into my delightful dwelling. Like this:

(Cold+Heater)InvisibleDoomsdayPowder=Depression.

Being that today is most definitely a glass-is-half-empty kind of day, I’m trying desperately to drum up more reasons to complain. Problem is I’m listening to Jamie Cullum and sporting bright red lipstick. Who can be ornery with hooker-lips and the swoonery of a young jazz musician telling me to “Catch The Sun”?

Bad time o' year? Prolly not. Bad time o' month. Aye.

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