PittsburghThoughts

I wonder if anyone has ever written themselves out of a bad mood. I wonder, if it's possible, is it fair? Wouldn't it pass that bad mood on to someone else? Here, take my burden, I'm not heavy, I'm your brother.

I could analyze my mood to death and kill it. Or, I could just declare myself to be a bad mood free zone. That has the texture and feel of a post Y2K, post 9-11, post war on drugs, war on poverty, war on terror solution. Just announce that you can't possibly have the afore mentioned malady because it's not in your nature to have it.

I could turn to science and jack up the zoloft. Or, seek out less fortunate's and read their pathetic stories and feel better by comparison.  I could, for once in my life, just let this pass, as in; this too shall pass. I could fall back on my life's accumulation of good works and goods deeds to comfort me, ahhh ... no I couldn't.

There's always the philosophical approach. Take the good with the bad, or the bad with the good and all that stuff. I could get in my car and ride, ride ride let it ride, but the first red light would so ruin the mood. A movie? A martini? Food? Exercise? Maybe a Dominatrix could whip me into shape.

A walk might do the trick. I took a long one yesterday, it just made me tired.

I'm going to buck-up. I'm going to take a hot shower. Wrap my hand so as not to get the bandage wet, the stitches wet, Once I'm clean I always feel better. Clear clothes make the man. I'll turn on all the lights in the house, make it festive. I'll beat this before it beats me!

The strangest thing just happened, my neighbor called and asked if I can drive her and her dog to the vets. He's feeling glum. Hmmmm. Poor pooch. OK, I'm off.    Gene