I just got off the phone with an old and dear friend who’s in LA for the Grammys (congrats again, B!) and I realized in speaking with him that I am in very strange place right now. It became clear to me that this SSI thing is really hanging over my head, more than I have given credence to. (Is that even grammatically a sentence? For that matter, is that last sentence even grammatically correct? See? Proof I’m losing my grip).
Several things are very different. There’s a cumulative effect over the past 18 months of 1) not working, 2) not earning boatloads of money, 3) being this physically hindered (hirpling, fatigue, etc). 4) laying this low. Number 4 is based on numbers 1-3 and not feeling very sociable (What, me? You laugh, but it’s true).
And then of course, there’s a fifth thing, which is effectively being called a liar by the Federal government. That can sure take the wind out of your sails. Makes me wish I’d cheated on my taxes ~ at least just once. The net result is I’m feeling kind of low. Not depressed so much as just kind of bewildered.
This looming melancholia might only be the result of poor sleep and a rain storm. Or I might just give it to myself this time and accept that I’m justified in feeling a bit blue. Chances are good tomorrow I’ll be sunshiny, again with a hint of a lilt in my hirple.