For the past two weeks I have been in a glump.
Yes, a glump.
Glump: (n) a state of glumness that one just sort of slumps into
I have no reason for feeling glum and I consider myself too healthy to be slumping into much of anything.
And yet here I am, feeling mildly depressed for no reason: I’m not sleeping well, I feel like crying, I feel hopeless, I feel foggy-brained.
Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m alone in my glump. This 100-degree weather day-in and day-out with no rain is bringing everybody down.
It really is a case of the summertime blues.
Hopefully next week it will rain.
Hopefully next week I will have words to write.
Hopefully next week I will have found a way out of this glump!