Attitude remains unsettled

Just a few minutes ago, I wrote about being out-of-sorts. I pushed Publish and decided to get on with the day, checking my email and the Kindle Daily Deals. Well, my email included urging from Amazon to buy a new Kong Wubba and the Daily Deal featured a book titled, How Dogs Love Us.

And, there, on my windowsill, sits a photobook with Shane’s picture on the front. Oh, yeah, it’s just going to be a grand day. I did read an Alice Roosevelt Longworth quote that seems to fit my mood: When I think of Frank and Eleanor in the White House I could grind my teeth to powder and blow them out my nose.

Back in Indiana

It is warming up – I hope I haven’t jinxed us – and yesterday I drove back, repeated adjusting the temperature setting in the car and even, at times, cracking the window open. Unfortunately, it was not that way while I was in Fairborn and I spent the entire weekend looking out at the cold sunlight on the balcony. (And watching BBC films, as already been reported by an unauthorized source.)

I am not particularly in a mood to do anything today because I spent the night dreaming that I was storming around, ranting about clutter and toting heavy things down the stairs and out to a burn pile. And then, once the flames were going, I had to deal with some nincompoop who listed all possible concerns about burning things outside. No matter that we were way out back in a field in Lagrange County. I awoke feeling tired and irritated that all the work done had not been done at all.

Actually, I think I may be going through some sort of personal crisis. Yesterday, when I stopped for gas, randomly choosing an exit on I-75, I found myself right across a narrow lane from a large GoodWill store, and I did not go in. What is AmeliaJake coming to?