Funky

I’m in such a funky mood lately.  I flaked out on The Dude yesterday for French Toast at IHOP (on Cox) after he finished with church (yes, The Dude is a good little Catholic boy, which is why I want to corrupt him so badly).  Two of my favorite things - The Dude and French Toast - and I canceled.  Yes, I suck that way.

When I get like this, I find the best thing to do is focus on that for which I should be grateful and take stock of the good things around me that I take for granted.  The obvious are my family, food, shelter, and clothes.  But there are less obvious things, things that aren’t tangible.  Love and friendship.  I have a wealth of love and friendship in my life and that alone is what matters in the end.  Trust me, I know, I once saw the end and waved to the other side (May 16, 1992) and it didn’t really matter that I didn’t have the “things” in life that I wanted.  It’s a good reality check.  Too bad it was such a catastrophe that made me realize it.

I spent a good portion of my day today talking to John.  He’s one of my closest friends and I trust him with completely.  He’s also sane, which helps when I am feeling less than sane.  I asked him how much he was going to charge me for today’s therapy - he’s taking it out of my paycheck (just kidding).  I wish we lived closer and could spend time together in person, but así es la vida.

I didn’t get a lot done today, but it was nice to spend the day talking with John.