What a dreadfully dreary fog-filled-no-sunshine-present kind of gloomy day. Good grief. The forecasted high today was something like 69; tomorrow is supposed to be sunny and 72. At this rate, though, we'll be lucky if we break the 50-degree mark. Hope that isn't a sign of things to come with tomorrow's weather... and after a rainy weekend, too. If this keeps up, this girl is going to be having some serious weather-related issues. I need sunshine. Literally. Since my husband has been home these last six months (sheesh!) he has found me on more than one occasion sitting on the front porch steps in the afternoon. What are you doing? he'll ask (even though he can plainly see me surrounded by school papers and a laptop and the ever-present cup of coffee). Sittin' in the sunshine, I'll tell him. He'll give me that look that says he doesn't quite understand the way I think and then go about his business. Can you relate, though? Sunshine puts me at ease. Even on a tremendously hot day I've been known to escape the a/c for even a brief, five minutes of sun. It just makes me feel better.
Speaking of an unemployed husband of six months, I learned a term today for him in my economics class. Discouraged worker. Really? See what twenty-thousand in student loans will do for ya? Sheesh. (And yes, I do think that will be the word of the day). A discouraged worker is an unemployed worker when after six months of searching for employment becomes discouraged and thinks there is no job out them for him or her. Granted, I think he hit that after the fourth month, but hey... let's not argue with the textbook. My point in that process was probably after the first month, a dozen resumes, and an equal amount of no thank-you's. Lucky for me, though, I hit the numb part after the first year and now experience nothing more than the occasional, paralyzing, horrific feeling of panic that sets in every time I look at the calendar and count back to that fateful day of July 3, 2009. Ain't life grand?
My computer is also giving me fits. Logging into facebook is something of a one-in-ten chance it will happen (not that big of deal) and receiving up-to-date email is sort of a challenge (could be a big deal). I have broken pages, slow pages, not going anywhere pages... you get the idea. Even Pandora is not cooperating with me. I was talking to the computer earlier this morning and when Pandora refused to let me skip a Christmas song I said, Fine. I'll just turn on the radio. Pandora did not respond to my strongly-worded threat so I shut it down and flipped on the radio. Commercial after commercial after commercial. Maybe it's time for me to invest in one of those funky i-pods my kids keep raving about. I could fill it with the likes of George Jones and Waylon Jennings and Barbara Mandrell (that would ensure the kids, or the husband, from ever wanting to borrow it, you see). Gotta plan things ahead around here.
I'm done with football (the Superbowl no longer interests me). I'm done with opinions regarding who somebody plans on voting for (just place your vote and move on with life). I'm done with ridiculously weak coffee (I do not recommend Wolfgang Puck's Breakfast in Bed Blend... thank goodness it was a sample pack). And lucky for you, my dear reader, I am done with this post.
Oh, and for the record, I am in no way depressed.
Just a little weary of the weather and moody technology.
Sheesh.
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