January 22, 2016 - Friday
14 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

Written Friday morning, but not finished until ??

I'm running late this morning... technical glitches and difficulties are the culprits.

I decided to clear the cache on the computer yesterday afternoon and clean things up a bit. Only one problem. After, I was locked out of my blogger account and for whatever reason, couldn't get back in. It's taken most of the morning to figure it out and as of this moment, I'm unsure how I arrived to where I am. That's okay. Never look a gift horse in the mouth. This pony's fine as it is. It'll ride.

There's not much to talk about this morning. I walked my usual three miles Thursday then came home and sat on my backside. That in itself isn't unusual. I savor a cup of coffee or green tea after my walks and use that time to catch up on any missed news or to plan the rest of the day.

The only problem yesterday .... I didn't want to do anything. I had the midwinter blah's.

It's not usual to contract a case of the blahs this time of the year. It generally lasts one day, possibly two, but after, I feel back to my normal self. 

I don't think it's depression, at least I don't feel depressed, but rather, more... lackadaisical and listless. I think of something to do or that needs to be done and some part of me vetoes the idea. I ran through a long mental list of chores and possible activities on Thursday, but nixed each. I had a bad case of the blahs. 

I did do the laundry and that's done for the week. Otherwise, I spent most of the day pouring over seed catalogues, mentally planning next summer's garden. I even grew tired of that after a while and spent the rest of the day staring at the television. I really wasn't watching and have no idea what was on. As I said, I had the blahs bad, really bad.

The camera wasn't even removed from my pocket on Thursday. There was nothing to take pictures of and besides, removing it and clicking the shutter button would probably have seemed like too much work. 

Today, Friday, has been much better. I've been busy and active and I'm happy to say the blahs are getting smaller in my rearview mirror of life. 

I'd tell you what all I've done today, but then I'd have nothing to write about in the morning. 

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...