So yesterday I hit the ground running. Shower and a shave, where I got rid of four days of scraggle. Had a coffee date with a lovely lady who I'm getting to know. Got home and got on my bike and trudged uphill for four miles and turned around and coasted home when the weather threatened. I never felt better, high on life, full of energy. I had a nice dinner with my son last night, chatted about healthcare and politics with him until the wee hours and slept pretty well.

Today I woke up in a funk, no energy, hid from the world in front of the boob tube. Jesus Christ, what the hell happened? If I were a woman I could blame hormones or some damned thing, but at my age I have no more hormones. That's probably a stupid thing to say, the part about if I were a woman. Sorry ladies. Shit, who am I kidding, no one will read this dumb post anyway.

One reason I'm a little funky, I guess, is my kid left this afternoon for Boulder and an Ultimate Frisbee tournament. That leaves me home alone for the weekend. But wait! There's the aforementioned lady. Now kicks in my famous approach-avoidance tendency, which has to be just about the most self-defeating behavior I can think of.

Maybe I should pick up the phone...