Feeling blue on a silver-gray day

[scarlettina]

It must be convention hangover and the weather. I don't want to see anyone or do anything. And Roger Ebert has died, which dims the world's light in general.

I'm having a hard time right now expressing myself about much of anything--which is annoying because I actually have a number of things I want to write about. (That plus the fact that I wrote two thirds of a long LJ entry that appears to have been lost in email, about which I'm mightily frustrated.) I'm pretty sure it's because the weather has turned gray, cloudy, and rainy. I kind of hate bus commuting in the rain. And I need some time under a full-spectrum light. Or the sun. Whichever comes first.

Part of it, I think, is that last night Zeke knocked over a pile of stuff that included copies of the program I created for markbourne's life celebration. It's the first time I've looked at it in a year. It's full of everyone else's writing, not mine, mainly because I couldn't find words to express anything I was feeling about Mark's death. I still can't--no words, just tears still. But I put it together. I chose the content. I did what I do best in honor of him: I edited. I guess that's something anyway.

Comments

[prettyshrub.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

[varina8.livejournal.com]

Thinking of you. If you'd like to meet for a drink after work, I'm free. Just text me.

[oldmangrumpus.livejournal.com]

Roger would want you to go to the movies. Even if by yourself.

Can't say I don't know what you mean about mourning.

[butterflydrming.livejournal.com]

{hugs}
The storm today is glorious. It has a bit more gumption that our usual rain.

"Few things worse" or maybe not

[the-same-andrew.livejournal.com]

Frustrating to lose a big block of journaling-- to reconstruct it always brings me up short.

Not just with "Did I really want to say that?" but with something like the desire to avoid repeating myself.

Funny, because, well, who'd know?