It turned gray again today, not cold, but cooler than it has been for the past ten days. I had things I had planned to do, but the gray got to me and I just turned around and went back downstairs. I turned on some music and -- surprise, surprise -- sat down at the computer. My first mistake was going to the Op-Ed screen for the New York Times, where I found the article I wrote about earlier. That added another dark cloud overhead. I scolded myself for being foolish, getting angry and upset over things I have absolutely no control over. You'd think by the time you reach my age I would be wiser than to let things totally out of my control spoil a perfectly good morning -- gray or not. Oh, and speaking of age, another birthday is going to show up in less than two weeks. Don't even go there, I scolded myself. Think about all the wisdom you've managed to gather over the past "almost" seventy-five years! "Whatever", I find myself muttering, while at the same time I chastise myself for talking to myself. The morning is not off to the best start. I sit back down at the computer and express some of my "pissed off at politics" thoughts.
"There, now don't you feel better?" I ask myself -- oh, yes, I do have conversations with myself, sometimes out loud when no one is around, but I can mumble very quietly if someone is. Fortunately, today I can talk as loudly as I like, but then I start laughing as I realize how far down the road I've gone in the past several years. But, hey, it could be worse and they haven't caught me and locked me up -- yet.
Ah, tomorrow will be a better day -- hey, isn't that what Scarlett O'Hara said at the end of "Gone With the Wind"?
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