Comes To Mind
Sunday. Winter ups and downs. This morning I skipped breakfast at the usual place, read the paper in bed, thought gloomy thoughts about the prospects for the day, hopped a bus downtown to get outside the house (I had no hope of finding a place I wanted to visit, but I needed to do something, anything, to get outside), walked back home forty minutes later (after missing the bus), found my attitude improving as I walked, thought about a recent horoscope that recommended I get my financial act together before taking an ambitious trip.
Well, I do have one task other than taxes I've been putting off. Maybe it's time to buckle down. MSW has been reminding me I've been talking about taking a trip - an Asian trip, a European journey - since before the turn of the century, something to clear my head by putting it in an altogether different context. I guess I might settle for a couple of weeks on a Mexican beach, given my crappy attitude. Nothing I'll do, mind you, travel to Mexico, but I might get in the car with some U.S. destination in mind, something to “get me out of the house”. All this in a single morning: from doom and gloom to Mexican beaches. Chemical, no doubt, all this crap. Doubling the morning mood enhancer might help.
You do go on about pills.
We'll skip the pills. I'm not convinced pills make a reliable portal into sweetness and light. Sake can be useful sometimes and, then again, sometimes not. What do they say about the mornings when you grow old? Aches and pains, moans and groans? A snappy crappy outlook?
You need a month off.
OK. I have some vacation banked. Hold out for a month, take three weeks. Mexico, I think I said. What's south of Mexico? Rio comes to mind.