Apologies but I've been experiencing blog-clog lately. It doesn't mean I have nothing to say - unfortunately, I'm rarely at a loss for topics to rant and expand on - it means that other forces have kept me from posting.
For the past few days, it was a dangerous mix of oppressive heat and an unscheduled depression. Both situations are entirely organic but make me simply want to lie down with my mouth open, like a dog or a crocodile.
Despite this urge, it's a better plan to keep my body moving lest I "sink into the oozy tarpits of Hell", to borrow a phrase from my dramatic 7th grade youth.
And so, to fight the Demons, I went running. Then, I groomed and rode a horse until we were both sweaty, filthy and starving. Then, I rode my bike to some bluegrass/ beer fest to meet with friends. Then, I rode my bike around the city some more. Then, I did yoga and watched "Groundhog Day". Then, I watched it again with director's comments "ON" which only exacerbated my my Harold Ramis crush.
Next day, same thing: Jogging, horse time, frantic weed pulling in my garden followed by dinner/ice cream with a friend in the Highlands. This schedule seemed to work. Today, I awoke and feel clear headed and content. Just in time too, as I am leaving for San Francisco in a few hours.
It might just be a matter of racing ahead of the black cloud. Not sure but it's the only plan I've got.