All the miseries of mankind come from one thing, not knowing how to remain alone.
I am tired & sadly lacking in inspiration. I am dreading next week & all the driving straight across town, on the highway & over at least one bridge in peak hour traffic. It makes me depressed & depression tends to make me completely inert. Plus next week officially begins winter & a cold wind is already whistling about the bay & the thought of standing on windy jetties after dark next week is so not attractive. Yep, I have a serious case of the miseries. Nothing for it but to perform biological impossibilities, grab myself by the scruff of my metaphorical neck, give myself a good shake & get on with it.
I think I will go & cuddle the cat.