Why am I bored? Heck, do I need a reason? It is an out-of-date magazine waiting room bored. Only I am not in a waiting room . . . exactly. The gloomy, sunless winter and spring this year fugued me out, prompting me to feel as if it were all just one long endless session of same old, same old. Then this summer we moved into the “Hotness” and it went on and on – until today.
Today I walked out and it was in the high 60’s in the early morning. Tomorrow the high is supposed to be in the mid 70’s. So, I shouldn’t be bored anymore. But my eyes shift from right to left and back and I know the ‘Hotness” is lurking out there, waiting to oppress me again.
All of this is nonsense; I am just in a funk. Now where did I put my anti-funk spray?