It happens every once in a while. It happens at work. It happens at home. It happens with my kids. It happens.
It happens that I feel used up. That I have been working so relentlessly for so long with such little return that I feel like throwing in the towel.
It happens. Or, I should say, it's happening.
I feel my abilities are a low grade fever.
My jokes aren't as funny.
I feel more than my usual sense of remove from the world around me.
I care less than usual.
It could be a visit from my companion, the black dog.
It could be any number of things.
Sorry for the shitty posts lately.