Low Ebb

My emotional state today is not great. I'm moving and thinking slowly and having a tough time getting things accomplished. I've eaten nothing but junk at work, and barely bothered to eat at all when I was at lunch.

I listened to David Johansen's version of "Oh, Death" in the car, turned up to about 15, who knows what people in passing cars were thinking. I prefer the Ralph Stanley version of that song, but I don't own it. Maybe I should look into buying the "Oh Brother Where Art Thou" soundtrack, mostly for that song. It makes the hair on my arms stand up every time.

I hope I am able to climb up out of this hole by Friday. Trying to network while depressed and gloomy is rarely a successful venture. These days I am adept at bumming people out in a wide radius.

I get to play racquetball in about three hours, so hopefully the exercise will help raise my spirits as well as my heart rate. And exercise is supposedly a good way to help deal with grief.