Feeling. Blue.

The 'work' for the 'man' continues at its usual nauseating clip. More frustration. More being ignored. More unhappiness. But then, as they say, it's 'just a job' right? Perhaps for those who aren't TypeA personalities, this is easier to deal with. For those of us who are not, it isn't. Comfort is taken in the fact that we are curled up in the newly completed 'study' with a snack and beverage (we are not at this time divulging exactly WHAT that beverage is, but if you read us regularly, you can probably take an educated guess). But sadness is felt in both knowing that instead of continuing to expand personal horizons (it is after 7pm), we are busy slaving away like mice on a treadwheel. Perhaps compounding all of this is the fact that as we look outside the window, the color of the sky is that of our saddest dreams. That kind of blue/grey with some white, peppered with lighting that really, we only are cognizant of having seen in our nighttime slumber.