At first I thought I was just tired from dealing with the double threat of Holy Week and the bureaucratic nonsense involved in getting mom and me CWP permits (BTW, they're in the mail now, and for those concerned it took us about a week to get all the necessary crap together -- they could have gone out earlier if we'd rushed but we wanted to make sure everything was correct) but now that they're in the hands of the USPS and Easter is over, I'm still tired and having trouble finding the motivation to do anything. I think this is my brain shutting down in an attempt to deal with stress.
As I said, red tape is annoying and exhausting in that nitpicky kind of way. Then there was Easter, with all the church services, and my dad staying home a lot and keeping me from getting much in the way of writing done. But there's also that mid-level concern I have with potential Martin/Zimmerman riots spreading my way (not likely, since we're an hour northeast of Sanford, but still possible) as well as the general annoyance with politics and the election season, and right now I don't want to do anything but sit in my command bunker made out of ammo cans and listen to zombie audiobooks while sharpening knives and painting my fingernails black.
I am, as they say, in a bit of a mood.
If I were a good Christian, I'd pray about it and trust in God to send angels to protect me, but the Big G and I have been at loggerheads as of late. I kind of want to bring my neighbors in on this as kind of an ad-hoc neighborhood self-defense force in case of trouble, but I have no idea how to broach the subject without sounding like an utterly paranoid loon ("Tell me, have you thought about what small-unit counter-insurgency tactics you'd use to protect your home during cases of civil unrest" doesn't exactly trip off the tongue).
So, if any of you are interested in writing some guest articles for me, that'd be great. I need some mental health days.