You ever go to the grocery store and get completely stymied in the cereal aisle? You stand at one end, with the rest of the shelves stretching out into what seems a sugary carbohydrate infinity, trying to decide. You notice that even the simple, wholesome Cheerio has devolved in to limitless variations: honey nut, banana nut, multigrain, berry burst, yogurt burst, apple, fruity, even cheerios crunch and then there's the flakes (bran or corn?)...and the cocoa (puffs or pebbles?)...and the fiber (clusters or buds?) and...it's overwhelming.
This is the exact feeling I've been having lately. I'm stuck. The Great Ammo Crisis of 2009 has put a damper on my shooting, the library is like an unchanging Twilight Zone of putting up with other people's crap for a laughable wage, and despite my certifiable news junkie status, everything just seems so miserable that I can hardly comment. I could probably write an hourly blog post on the upcoming and ongoing horrors of the current administration and the Democrat-controlled Senate (which now includes Stuart F'ing Smalley, for heaven's sake) but others do that far better than I could and besides, my head would probably explode in a fit of rage anyway.
So I tend to sigh a lot, look out the window at the beautiful golden days of yet another short Ohio summer and decide to read a book or go play in the garden instead.
The herbs are coming along nicely.