Sunday Is Gloomy

If you look outside my window, as is evidenced by the picture below, you will see the very definition of the word “gloomy.”



It’s a perfect day for sleeping in, lazing about, and just generally closing yourself off from the outside world.
Granted, most days are like that for me (typically minus the “sleeping in” part) regardless of their gloom index, but that’s not really the point.
Though I only got up about a half an hour later than usual today I did sort of sleep in if you consider that I went to bed very early last night.
I’d been pretty tired all day, as an accident on the toll road had made me get home a half an hour late, and when I did get home I stayed up and watched the episode of The Office that I’d recorded on Thursday night.
During that time the chick upstairs decided to step out for the evening, which of course set the dog to barking and whining for about an hour, which prevented me from getting to sleep, so I got up and watched the episode of My Name is Earl that had been on my hard drive along with The Office.
The end result of it all was that I got much less sleep than usual.
Not that sleep had been particularly restful over the previous nights.
Thursday morning just before I woke up I had a dream that I was back in Michigan just after my dad’s funeral and, randomly, my dad suddenly showed up still alive.
This naturally led to a lot of questions, but if it meant having him back we were willing to forego asking them.
Having to wake up from that made for a pretty lousy morning.
Friday morning I woke up about an hour early from a pretty terrifying dream in which I was watching a horror movie about a father looking for his missing daughter only to find her and discover that she had been transformed into something evil, then being devoured by her.
After waking up I was lying there in the dark for quite a while, unable to get back to sleep, but unwilling to open my eyes.
Today I woke from a dream in which I was watching a movie that can only be described as being a story based on the Spider-Man comics as adapted for airing on the Lifetime network.
I know, I don’t get it either.
On Thursday and Friday we received assurances from our boss and his boss that we will not be involved in the layoffs that are coming up in December.
Of course, who knows what will happen in January. Still, that was good to hear.
If I recall correctly, today is my friend Kevin’s birthday. If I don’t recall correctly, then yesterday was his birthday.
Either way, happy birthday Kevin.
Whichever day is Kevin’s birthday is also his cousin Joel’s birthday.
Throughout high school and for several years after, Joel was my best friend. Circumstances and his psycho bitch of a girlfriend/wife/ex-wife pretty much strained the relationship past the breaking point, and the post-divorce attempts at reconciliation were thwarted by him quickly finding another girlfriend and once again investing his entire being into that relationship to the exclusion of all others, coupled with distance, both physical and otherwise.
At this point, I don’t even recall the last time I had any contact with Joel. I don’t feel any particular animosity towards him or anything like that, but I also don’t feel any sort or real connection anymore (and I recognize that, if “blame” is to be portioned out, a lot of it can be served to me), and since I’m pretty sure he doesn’t read Threshold, there would be little point in sending out birthday greetings to him.
But I guess I’ll do it anyway.
Consider it done.
I don’t have any real plans for today. I’m all caught up on my recorded/downloaded TV watching. I don’t feel much like drawing or doing anything creative, and having finished Fragile Things a while back am out of new stuff to read.
Given the day’s oppressive air of gloom, going back to bed would seem ideal, but who wants to deal with the weird-ass dreams?