Weeks

I’ve been in a funk lately. No reason, just not feeling like communicating with anyone that doesn’t live in the same house as me. I’m not mad or upset with anyone but I’ve been feeling anti-social for the most part. Maybe it’s the “after holidays come down” that’s got me. I don’t know but I don’t feel like dedicating much energy to thinking about it. You know I’ve been feeling anti-social because I’m not even checking my email regularly. Anyone that knows me, knows that checking my email is a compulsion. I can’t NOT do it. But I’ve got plenty of it that’s piled up over the past couple of weeks that hasn’t been looked at yet. I’m sorry if yours is in there, nothing personal.

The 14th was our 20th anniversary. We had a few friends over on the 13th for some drinks and games. I managed to hurt TJ’s feelings by ridiculing her feet in front of people. I love her feet. I really do. And I’m not just saying it in an effort to kiss her ass, because she doesn’t read my posts. She actually does have sexy feet – if you like that sort of thing, which I do.

Anyway, we took a few days off to relax at home and play video games all day. It was GREAT! I took Micah to school and we just screwed off all day long for two days. The 17th was TJ’s birthday and all she wanted was to sleep late and play World of Warcraft all day. And that’s exactly what she did. She said it was the best birthday she’s had in years. That made me feel nice. Especially since I blew it with the feet comments on game night. Most of the people on my side of the family have issues with foot-in-mouth disease. Chuck usually suffers from it – or, should I say, Molly suffers?

Work is work, nothing particularly new there. I still have a job and that’s more than many others can say so I count myself lucky. I don’t know if I already wrote about it or not, but TJ got a nice promotion and raise so now we’re less in the hole each month. Still in the hole, but not as far. But it could be much, much worse. We have a nice house, 2 old vehicles that run, and food in the house. We’ve got our health and each other, and loving family and friends. We don’t complain. Well, not much. TJ and I, both, try to keep whining to a minimum because we know that we are lucky or blessed or whatever you want to say. We know that we’re just a couple of paychecks away from homelessness, but so are nearly all of the people we know. Whether they know it or not. So many people consider themselves “middle class” when they’re really working poor. Most Americans will tell you that they’re middle class. We live in a class system but most of us have no idea.

That’s a topic for another night. I just wanted to post. I’ve been thinking about it for days and just haven’t committed to it. And the longer I put it off, the harder it is to start again. My writing mentor has even stopped asking me about it. Sorry RLP, I’m trying to pull my head out of my ass. And it should be much easier since I’ve got a tiny head and a huge ass. I’ll grab some lube and see what I can do.

Until next time…