Scribbles

Maybe it’s the onslaught of rain in sunny California that’s drained all contrast out of the city and transformed it into a uniform concrete gray, maybe it’s the recession that’s dulled the consumerist exuberance out of holiday shopping; whatever it is, it has afflicted me with a steady, dull ache of boredom, nay, dearth of spirit or whatever one describes the essence of life (beyond its physiological functions).

However that feeling may be internal, I’m convinced that the current set of external events differ much from previous years.  The Facebook chatter has noticeably slowed down.  News of friends, more than one of them, being laid off is a new experience for me.  Business has been slow.  The crap economy and holiday slow-down has bastarded this lackadaisical fog of dread.

If I only knew what to dread.