Oh, Monday, there is no
escaping your misery. – Me
After a pretty good, not bad, OK sort of weekend, I woke up in a funk on Monday. A funk that got increasingly funkier with a dark morning of blowing wet snow.
So as not to be stymied by my normal Monday funkiness, I threw a lackluster breakfast burrito down my throat, took care of business (that means pooping, not real money-making business), and headed out for a 7+ mile lumber through the woods.
Seven miles through blowing wet snow and high winds were just what I needed to help stop the funk and flog myself for being me.
Tuesday Nonsense
Nearly all the snow we got from Monday morning’s unexpected whiteout is now gone, as is the Monday funk that arrives each week at 6:00 AM and presents me with a laundry list of real and perceived failures and shortcomings to start the week off.
To celebrate waking up with 41% less funk in my brain, I made my Standard Soiled Breakfast Burrito1, drank some coffee, and then headed out in the chilly morning for another lumber, this time getting six in my feet.
Wednesday’s Chronicles of Meh
Wednesday was very much like Tuesday, just 24 hours later. Only brief traces of snow remain, the sky remains slate grey, and the temps are hovering right at freezing, which, combined with the damp air, brings an ache to my aging bones and joints and a desire to be sitting on a deck chair in the warm sun while swilling beer.
However, since warm temps, sun, and deck chairs looking for my ass to fill them elude me, I had to settle for a quick 5.25-mile lumber in the morning, grocery shopping, laundry, making lunch, seeing the O.G. Mindbender, followed by multiple pints while watching cupidity-cup-cup footy in the late afternoon under a blanket in front of the fireplace.
Now, with 18+ miles in my feet in 3 days, I can get ready to burn a big ol’ yule log to celebrate the Winter Solstice tomorrow and the sun readying itself to stay around a wee bit longer in the weeks to come. I will also continue on lumbering, ’cause sadly, I really have nothing else.
Later.
THE SOILED SOUNDS TRACK(S) OF THE POST
As with so many folks around the world, in addition to the closet full of several hundred CDs I own, I also subscribe to Spotify as well as use the Bandcamp app, mostly to keep our living room from looking like my teenage bedroom sans stack of early 90s nudie books, Smiths’ posters, and the smell of fat boy fart.
Anyway, said service dropped my top songs of 2023 recently, and I was sort of happy that none of my top tracks were from bands I grew up listening to, which shows that music is arguably the one aspect of my life that I continue to broaden and enjoy rather than let stagnate and die.
I will spare you all the songs but will drop the top three songs according to the bots at Spotify.
ONE: Death Lens, Bombshell
TWO: Stiff Richards, Bad Disease
THREE: Mike Krol, Power Chords
EDIT: Actually, my entire top 20 is void of old standards, and because I’m bored, I have decided to go ahead and post them.
- Bombshell, Death Lens
- Bad Disease, Stiff Richards
- Power Chords, Mike Krol
- Identity Crisis, Dark Thoughts
- Psycho Ward, Dark Thoughts
- Dream State, Death Lens
- Little Drama, Mike Krol
- Spiritual Cramp, Spiritual Cramp
- Eyes, Wine Lips
- Research Chemicals, Viagra Boys
- Left For Dead, Mike Krol
- Do it Right Now, Stiff Richards
- Dog in A Cage, Spiritual Cramp
- Struck by Lightening, The Chats
- Magic of Meghan, Dry Cleaning
- Can I Live, Teen Mortgage
- Upset Stomach, Spiritual Cramp
- Don’t Stop, Bad Nerves
- Save The Date, Mike Krol
- Tuning In, Teen Mortgage