Monday

It was both a productive and relaxing weekend but Monday hasn't followed suit.  The torrential rain of tropical storm Debby bought some R & R time over the weekend, forcing us inside but for the beginning of a new week its nothing short of depressing.  As is our custom on my weekends off, I traveled the 140 miles north to the home of my other half.  On weekends when I work he makes the journey here.  For both of us, Monday carries with it a certain amount of dread and post "parting" depression but the simple fact is that our separate home lifestyle is the most sensible position for the time being.  Departing later than I should have, making the trip on hazardous roads and too little rest coupled with too much reflection have not made for an ideal start to the week.

Having completed the mandatory tasks necessary  at work, I've opted to move my obligations to the house for the day and try to muster some recovery and rebound.  An upset stomach on top of it all kind of negated the possibility of remaining at the office as my staff was suspicios I might be the carrier of some toxic contagion.  In truth, I think I am merely run down and stretched out.

Lately I've felt that I am on the cusp of an explosion.  I'm not sure of what nature.  I know it is time to clean out the clutter in my life on many levels, some virtual, some tangible.  Perhaps creativity can follow.