Dreadfully behind...

Just finished watching The Philadelphia Story.

Why did it take me so long to see this movie? I loved it. It was marvelous and funny and so nicely written. A cozy movie.

Have been posting sketchily over the last few weeks. Not sure why.

Well, I have my suspicions, which mostly have to do with feeling a little lethergic and a little hidey. No, I do not want to go out. No, I do not want to work more than necessary. No, I want nothing more than to bury my head in comfortable pillows and watch faux lives unfolding on my television. Old movies preferred, new movies, movies I've seen a million times. Just something.

Perhaps I'm depressed.

I came out of it briefly last night during a walk down on the beach. It was windy and unseasonably warm and damp -- in other words, my favourite kind of night. And a treat to be had in what should be the dead of winter. The lake was lighter than the sky -- with a slight glow, like the water was milky and opaque. So much wind and lamplight.

And for a little while, I felt less numb.
But I awoke this morning and was back to feeling submerged.

I'll come back. I promise. It's just taking longer than normal this time.