I took the day off yesterday. Xy was back at school, so I had the place to myself. I spent most of the day painting the ceiling of our long, long hallway and listening to Pacifica Radio. I realized it was the first time I’d had to myself for weeks. I felt my spirits improving markedly. I even got a little work done on ROX #91 and called J to chat. Today I went to work somewhat refreshed, rather than full of dread and loathing; I made a list of things I needed to do and I actually got a lot of them done.
So have I shook these blues? That remains to be seen, but I’m hopeful. Maybe I just needed a little solitude, to let my mind find its balance. I remember seeing a quotation once, but I don’t know who said it:
By all means take some time to be alone. See what the soul doth wear.
Or something like that.
But I suspect this was more complicated than any one simple cause. The psychic sinkhole of the holiday season and the family reunion, and just generally getting in a rut at work, and perhaps the alignment of the planets — all these things add up.
Sounds like Emerson, except that I don’t think he’d use a word like doth.