I labelled my little moan yesterday as 'maunderings' for the blog, and I thought I might as well define exactly what I mean by the term, as I have used it several times in the past. In the broadest definition I think of it as talking to myself, either to offload worries or memories that are insisting too much upon themselves or, more concretely, to analyze such feelings and think about a plan or reaction, some way to 'take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them.' The result of yesterday's maunderings was that this morning I did suit up for a trip to Family Dollar, as the weather was fairly dry still and only 34 degrees Fahrenheit. Actually pretty favorable conditions compared to what we are threatened with. It only took me forty minutes, and now I can sit comfortably knowing that I did what I could. And the only reason I mention this is that I'm kind of in suspended animation until this cold snap passes, and that includes my brain, which is occupied with 'conditions.'
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