The opposite of cranky

I have a growth poking out from my left temple. When I woke up ths morning, I thought it was a serious problem. I almost called in sick to work (which is something I very rarely do). As it turned out, I just have an exceptionally ugly pimple. I'm calling him Hector.

I laid in bed being careful not to roll over on Hector and seriously thought about staying there for the day. Though the sun had beaten its way through the shades, my wife was cleaning the house, and even the dog was up roaming aroud Mt. Willis, I wanted to hide. And I wasn't entirely sure why. In the end, I got up, shaved, showered, and went to work.

I spent the morning walking around in a familiar daze. It's the one I face every Monday after a long weekend of pretending I'm 23 again and then going to bed too early on Sunday night. Twenty-three...ah, what a year. I was stupid then, but not stupid enough to injure officers of the law after a sports victory. I'll never understand the desire to burn things and pelt cops with bottles in celebration.

I seek clarity. I'm appreciative of all the kind responses I've received to my last entry here. That's the beauty of an online journal...feedback.

My wife has been trying to figure out what happened to the regular Otis for the last week or so. I think I've finally figured it out.

In an effort to figure out my life, I have temporarily stopped thinking so much about what's going on around me. As a result, I'm not as cranky as I usually am.

I am the opposite of cranky.

Unfortunately, that means I'm a little numb. I've gotta work on that.

But first, I have to work on finding Hector a new home.