Good God, It’s Early

Howdy, all. Morning 4 of my work week marathon, and I’m holding up pretty well. The fact that I’m functioning today because I went to sleep at 8:30 last night only makes me sound old, so I’m not going to mention it.

The strangeness of my schedule this week is wreaking havoc on my senses. I’ve been moving about in a dream for most of the morning — not a good thing when you’ve got a 20-mile commute.‘s “Women Focus” channel is adding to the mood, I think — I’d never heard Joni Mitchell‘s “Magdalene Laundries” before, and I froze, stunned, at my keyboard while it played. Ever had a song affect you like that?

Ooh, now it’s Aretha‘s version of “Do Right Woman – Do Right Man”. I love this channel.

Sleep deprivation is affecting my other senses as well: when I first went outside to feed the horses this morning, I thought the air smelled like coffee grounds, cinnamon, woodsmoke and dirt. When I went out again half an hour later to turn the horses out to pasture, I realized the air actually smelled like remnant of skunk.

But for that olfactory goof, I’m doing fairly well. I’m actually pretty psyched about how well I’m doing. The ability to roll with the punches and get up willingly at an ungodly hour multiple days in a row is not something to be taken lightly when you’ve been fighting the Black Dog. You should probably ask me again about my mood tonight, since I’ve got a church meeting after work. Growl…I hate Thursday night church meetings.

The Black Dog is on my mind this week because of a friend who’s been struck down by it lately…man, that’s hard to watch. Go away, blast you, you snarly-fanged fiend. We don’t want you round here no more. And yeah, I’m being affected and cavalier in my tone because there’s not a whole lot else you can do.

But like I said, things are going okay. I’m still employed, and it looks like that will remain the case for now, which is a good thing. Plus, Thanksgiving is coming up, which means turkey and naps, two of my favorite things on the planet.

Damn, I’m rambly this morning. Maybe coffee would help. Mmmm, coffee. Ever wish you could just bathe in it?