Something is seriously wrong when a beautiful long weekend like this comes along, and Friday night finds me sitting at home like this, bored out of my skull, in a quiet and empty house.
I suppose I am parenting to a minimal extent. The boys are in the backyard with two friends, firepit roaring, tent pitched. And a laptop for movies, for that full camping experience.
I still sense futility in the air that surrounds me. I'm frustrated with soccer coaching, adrift at work, feeling like I'm lacking social outlets, and I'm not investing in myself through learning and reading, through widening my list of hobbies... I try to pay no attention to the crisis around me, but still manage to see reports that 30% of the earth's biodiversity has been lost in the past 40 years, about rising food prices, rising gas prices, economic equality lessening, robber barons running countries...
I think I am depressed.
Perhaps it is a good time to go to bed.
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