Ennui

It's a bit early for the dog days of summer, but here I am in the steam bath that is Baltimore trying to shake off a funk and wondering why my e-mail box is empty, my comments are down and the social calendar has nothing but job related engagements. Is it my unfortunate habit, at parties, to switch the black olives and chocolate coated almonds? That I have been known to set off explosives in the host's kitchen? Have I been...horrors...boring? The other day I saw a girl of about 6 run onto the empty playground behind Molly's crying and wailing; "Nobody likes me!" I felt so sorry for her that I wanted to run up and hug her and tell her that I did. But I didn't want to get arrested. This modern world. Time to crack open a beer and start playing with paper and glue.