After a really great weekend, an auspicious 9/11 has lived up to its cursed history. I woke this morning feeling exhausted and unable to face a day at the office. Work seems unbearable and almost pointless on days like today. Of course, it's totally raining outside and the temperature has dropped to a very cool 59. Even if it is "that time of year," I protest and want the warmth back for a little while more. It seems I'll get my wish this time as the weather gods are swearing on 80 by weeks end. However, the weather is the least of my worries these days. Aside from my recent health debaucles, I learned today that my friends that I was set to go visit in San Fran in two weeks are in the middle of a nasty break up. That news totally blows any desire to go out there, so I'm postponing it for now. In addition, I'm just not feeling like international travel either, so I'm also postponing my India trip that was planned for January. I could say any number of reasons for why this is all going down right now (today), but its all really unnecessary. Essentially, we all have to do at any given time what we think is best for ourselves. With all the crap going on in the world and my questionable health, traveling just seems more like work than vacation. Did I mention that my car wouldn't start yesterday? My planets must all be in retrograde or perhaps on a collision course with eachother. Maybe I'll just take a little road trip down to the country. Some fresh air and racists may be just what the doctor ordered.
