A Grand Blue Funk

Hurricane Sandy & Marblehead [Front Street 9 (Photo credit: The Birkes)

I’ve been in a state of ill-humor (does that sound more sophisticated than a funk?) for the better part of today.  I’m tired and cranky, and just need to take my crabby-ass self to bed and hope for a better day tomorrow.

This mood makes no sense when I consider how far removed we are from the hurricane on the east coast.  Really, what in the world do I have to be so grouchy about?  My head is above water.  Our winds are calm.

And yet I am irascible.  So good night nurse.  I’ll get out of the other side of the bed tomorrow.  How lucky am I to feel safe in the assumption that my bed will still be here in the morning, and that it won’t have floated off somewhere with me in it, during this long dark night.