Unequal

Originally Posted Saturday, March 30, 2013

I'm having trouble getting started today.  I had my evening planned out.  I said no to all invitations.  I went to the gym, stopped at Whole Foods and bought a nice sirloin and some Chimay and Duvel and some other little treats, and then I came home to cook for one.  I was going to watch an NCAA tournament game and eat my dinner.  Only I was wrong about the time.  The game did not start until 10:30.  Drats.  I wanted to be in bed by then.  It helps me keep my boyish charm.  But I had a backup.  I began the series "House of Cards."  And I should have stopped with that.  But I stayed up to watch the ball game and got to bed much later than I would have liked, much drunker than I would have liked.  I have become both a fool and a wimp. 

Waking early, I went back to bed and didn't get up 'til late.  I am foggy, feverish, achy.  And with the entire day stretching out before me, I feel unequal in beauty or joy.  Such a beautiful day into which you feel the need to cram so much is oppressive.  Nutty, right?  I'll get over it.  But the oppressiveness finds its way here.  And so I report it. 

I don't think I've ever shown a couples shoot though I've done several.  I have a lot of things that don't get posted here.  I have a reputation to maintain you know.  But I think this image is fairly classic or classical or whatever word I'm looking for.  A painting by (fill in the blank). 

I'll go get a big greasy breakfast now.  It will get me out of the house.  And who knows. . . something might happen.