Yes, it is true, I am stuck in a funk. I don’t know how I fell into this funk. I am not even sure that I could describe the funk for you. If the police asked for a description I would tell them that it was a hazy shade of winter because I haven’t the foggiest idea how else to put it.
This happens to Old Jack sometimes, I get taken by these funks the way aliens take farmers out of Cleveland. Sometimes they last a spell and sometimes they last less than a spell. Don’t ask me how long a spell is because I can’t tell you with any certainty, any more than I can describe said funk.
And if I tell you that something smells funky don’t ask what it smells like because I am not sure how to describe that. It is kind of a burnt Hampshireish road type thing.
All I have to say now is bleah.
You’re in California. Get a little sun on your face. That always helps me, even when I feel lower than low.
I just need to work through it, that seems to be the one solution that works for me.
I know the feeling, and I don’t know how to get rid of it when I have it.
Good luck Jack!
When I get in that mood from time to time, I listen to Tom Waits, not that it cures it, but feeds it and takes it to its naturally conclusion. It is kind of like a cold, but it is also necessary for creative people. Enjoy it without making your loved one too miserable