Grey...

I forgot about the grey.

In my memories it's always either sunny, bright and blue or so dark and churning and stormy as to be almost black; with lightning bouncing off the water. Those are my favorite moods of the ocean. The in between grey colour is the part I'd forgotten. The part that, if there is even an edge of melancholy hovering near, the grey can draw it out and make me more aware of anything making me sad. It's this grey that makes me want to curl up under something fleece and read; whiling away the day by doing not much of anything. It is not a motivating colour - this grey. It is not a "vacation" colour.

I hope for relief from this ever present grey. I hope the clouds break soon. I hope it doesn't rain on the wedding.

Separation anxiety ( or "You can't Go Home Again")

Now this isn't how this was supposed to be at all. Vacation = relaxing fun time away from the daily grind. Perhaps it's the fact that my daily grind isn't so much a grind...

But at the very least I didn't expect these troubling dreams about what I'm missing (and what I'm missing). I didn't expect this dial-up hell to be so much more than a nuisance.

Maybe I just need a day to breathe salt air.

OK, I'm moving away from the computer now... I'll be back...later.