I’m feelin’ mighty blue today. Ever have one of those days when you wake up feeling down, and well into the afternoon you still feel like killing a clown? Then you have to talk to people, but it feels like your voice is going to crack. Well that’s how I’m feeling today. I’m goin’ down the road feelin’ bad.

It doesn’t help that we haven’t seen the sun for more than two consecutive hours in the past eight days. It’s June Gloom, a local meteorological phenomenon, which means that the sky turns the consistency of elmer’s glue and elephant phlegm.

I’m going to the kitchen now, and I’m going to mix up a couple quarts of Kool-aid. Don’t worry, I’m not going to summon the reaper ala Jonestown. It’s just the strongest stuff in the house, next to Folgers instant coffee, and that would have the opposite of the desired effect. Hmm… there might be a little orange juice.

Anyway, I need a hug. So if you’re going down the 101 between now and bedtime, stop by and give this old blogger a bit of a squeeze. What goes around comes around. But check yourself in the rearview mirror first; if you look anything like a clown, you may not make it back down the stairs alive. I can’t be responsible.