Not feeling in a great mood emotionally this morning. Not really sure why. I did run my five miles. But, I had no enthusiasm or joy in it. I am going to work to lecture on some “big” thoughts as well, but I do not really care. In one class I need to talk and work through the properties of how proteins shape cell membrane function in terms of physiology. In my other course, I need to talk about the origins of language referencing the the array of work looking at the neuroscience and neuroanatomy that controls the development of bird song. Yawn.
Truth-be-told, I would rather be curled up in bed, listening to NPR, drinking a big ‘ole coffee, smoking my pipe, and reading a detective novel.
But, such is life. During my run I kept hearing in my mind Tevye, From “Fiddler on the Roof” singing “If I Were a Rich Man”.
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Thursday, January 23, 2020
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I appreciate all forms of comments on my writings. I find that I miss the sponteneity of coming to read them here when they were unmoderated. I believe I wrote less due to the moderation. I have decided to adopt limited moderation. Hopefully the prior problems with unfettered comments will not arise again. Please feel free to comment as you wish about the essays I write. I will maintain those comments that offer kind-hearted and gentle opinion... be it positive or negative. The opinions of your comments will, of course, need to have relevance to the post as well.
Yes, Tevye had his own ideas of what he would do if he didn't have to work all day. I think the dead of winter brings ideas of curling up in bed all day. When I crawl out of bed these days, I find myself thinking about how long it will be until I can crawl back in again.
ReplyDeleteI am sure that the time of year has something to do with. It was Blue Monday this week.
ReplyDeletemaybe you need to take a week off and just say fuck it..recharge your batteries..works for me.
ReplyDeleteI think I read somewhere that January 24-ish is the most depressing day of the year. I think that's probably accurate. Hang in there, Spring will return.
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