Funk

I often say that it is chemically impossible for me to feel depressed or down for very long. You know some folks have imbalances and so suffer a lot of depression, I seem to be the other way around. (My impression of course, and not any kind of clinical diagnosis.)

However today I woke up feeling a bit blue. First off I did not want to get up, but Kate’s giant dog saw to it that I got up. Something about dog slobber in the face just seems to wake me up. Normal, but just would rather have stayed in bed, in fact I would rather be there now instead of sitting in front of this computer.

10 a.m. and I am still feeling blah about life. At least I know my wiring will not let this last much longer. I will soon be back in balance and back to feeling appropriate about life. Not that I am a chirpy person, appropriate for me is even keel, right down the middle. Not happy and not sad, just o.k.