Welcome to Monday‒if that makes any sense to say.  I’m writing this on my smartphone and I am at the train station as I begin it, because I decided to walk to the train this morning.  I figure, if I’m going to be in pain anyway, I might as well get something out of it.  And, of course, it’s slightly more pleasant to walk 5 miles in the morning than in the evening at this time of year.

Mind you, I’m still so sweaty that my shirt looks as if I had just fallen into a swimming pool.  My pants are less soaked but still noticeably wet.  Nevertheless, I’m not too worried.  I have sprayed myself with “Scent Bomb” spray, so mostly I smell like artificial mango odor, which is not half bad.

I will make this short today.  I’m really in a very poor mood in general.  I had to get called into the office on Saturday*, which is terribly annoying, because I was truly looking forward to being able to relax after my week of exceptional pain.  I was even thinking of ordering a steak from Outback.  I did not do that or anything else that was fun on Saturday, and of course, Sunday was mainly just laundry day‒though I did have a nice phone conversation with my sister on Sunday evening.  Most of it consisted of me talking about esoteric things in which I’m interested, while she listened politely.  I used to be better about giving other people the floor, so to speak.  Now I’m just a nearly insufferable droner on about my interests.

I’m so tired of everything, and I’m tired of myself most of all.  I just can’t seem to like myself.

Can you blame me?

Anyway, I don’t really have anything interesting to discuss, not even an answer to the question “What is the deal with that round flat thing they throw in the Olympics?”

I guess the days are getting noticeably shorter, in the sense that sunrise is noticeably later than it was a month ago.  But that should come as no surprise.  We’re more than a month after the solstice, after all.  It’s not getting any cooler or breezier or less humid around here, however.  In fact, the fifteen day forecast, when last I checked it, basically showed the same predicted highs and lows and precipitation chances marching forward like a line of disciplined but unimaginative soldiers.  It’s so dreary.

Oh, well.  Whataya gonna do?  I don’t have any new ideas, but I’m still keeping the old one‒basically, just leaving, leaving everything and everyone and never being seen again.  I’m so tired.

Speaking of being tired, this is all I’m going to write today.  I hope, at least, that it hasn’t been boring.

*I had worried on Friday that I might be asked to do so, but by the end of the day I had been assured that it would not be necessary.  Then, at 9:38 on Saturday morning, just an hour and 22 minutes before the office was due to open, I was texted to ask if I could please go in, because my coworker simply could not, because most of his family was ill.  Being the idiot I am, I not only went in, but took an Uber in since there was no way, especially on Saturday, for me to get to the office before about noon otherwise.  I was not reimbursed for it, at least so far.