Nothin’ much in the way of news today.  Our regular slow pace has slowed even further.  Did one log yesterday.  Got half a pail of clams. Pet one of the dogs.  Just the front, one ear and one side. 

I think that is one of the reasons the damn squirrel is buggin’ me.  He or she (who can tell?) is zipping around and getting all his/her last minute chores done before winter sets in.  Me?  I’m re-scheduling mine til next Spring.  Hard to think of myself as the more evolved, better equipped animal when the squirrel is kicking my butt.

He/she is flaunting it, too.  Yesterday, as I sat at the computer which is right next to the window looking out on the backyard (such as it is), the squirrel jumped up on the window sill and peered in at me.  Wrapped his/her little hands around their head to cut out the glare, too.  And just stared.

“Ch ch ch.  You still on that damn computer!  Winter’s coming on mate.  You’d better get your show on the road.  Ch ch ch chc!”   

And he/she was off.  Razzed by a squirrel! 

I dunno, think I am projecting?

We’re not listening to the news even that much these days.  There’s a pressing and depressing inevitability about it.  Albeit, the Occupy movement is encouraging, I have to admit. 

But it’s more than just the usual and constant flow of bad news that is getting to me.  It is also that it is a forum for inane newsperson personalities.  Really, there oughta be a law prohibiting newscasters revealing their own characters, don’t you think?  Now that Andy Rooney is gone, there is no point.  They all (well, the women, anyway) have the same effect that Sarah Palin has on me.  I can’t listen to her but I’d like to see her naked.  Shameful.  They bring out the worst in me.

Could be just me, I suppose?

I guess you can tell that I am somewhat at loose ends right now.  Where to put the last dredges of energy?  What to focus on?  What interest to pursue?  There are, of course, all the usual responsibilities but I have never been very good on a diet of just responsibility.  I need the ‘appetizers’ of curiosity and the dessert of something ‘just plain entertaining’.  I am inclined to snack on tangents and distractions, too.  Even an occasional indulgence into fantasy.  Gotta break up the routine, ya know?

But the timing is off.  It feels like I am in a ‘holding pattern’, somehow.  Like a jumbo, jumbo-jet pilot being told by the tower to go in ‘a holding pattern’ for a bit.  “We’ll get back to you.”

I guess I just need them to get back to me.