An Eye On It
Wednesday. Same kind of day today as yesterday, maybe not as hectic, but feeling good. Feeling good when I got up, feeling good during the day (walk to work, take the stairs instead of the elevator with a spring in the step), feeling good right now two drinks to the wind.
You may say that, but this is good stuff from my standpoint. Not much happening otherwise. The day goes quickly, the weeks go quickly, can anyone believe it's almost April? Do your days go like mine? Is you life racing along tracks, one day you wake up and notice most of your life has passed? What might you have done had you known how quickly things really go by?
Eaten more M&M's and consumed more Guinness.
Well, maybe that's the right response. A foolish question deserves a foolish answer. I'm not at all certain what I would change other than everything. Or nothing. An interesting question, difficult to answer without actually doing it. Anyone know how? Yeah, me neither.
Thursday. I know, I know, I harp on this good energy thing, but after the last year and a half of not such good energy, good energy is like discovering drugs. Or sex. Or Coca Cola. So I'm sitting here thinking life is good and knocking on wood lest I lose it tomorrow.
No word from B&H on my digital camera. I suspect it will just show up one of these days or I'll get an email or something. This good energy bit has me interested in getting my hands on the damned thing, although I shot a bunch of candid portraits today at lunch with the F5 mounted with the f 2.0 135mm lens. Nice lens and I was really enjoying shooting the photographs. Another "so what" comment you might think, but I've not shot that many pictures in the last few months with anything approaching this noon hour's satisfaction. Simple shit, but important.
Maybe you're more bi-polar than you realize? How long is this going to last?
I wonder about the Zoloft, one of the anti-depressants they've been talking about in the news, asking doctors to watch their patients closely during the first few months for suicidal tendencies. My own doctor has had me in a couple of times since I started it and I had a kind of epiphany the other week when I awoke to realize I'd gone through a period of feeling really down. Nothing like thinking of suicide or anything like that - down, you know, not out - but I realized I was feeling crappier than I had in a while about the time they were running the stories and I wondered if I were experiencing a kind of mini-version of what they were talking about. Evidently the critical period is these first few months, rather than any kind of ongoing up and down yo-yo sort of thing. Easy enough I suppose to, you know, keep an eye on it.