All The Way Down From The Hump
01/26/08 01:58 PM | Toil It
Here I am in the valley of the hump mountains of eternity. Like the undulating peaks and vales of the sea serpents back each perfectly spaced the weeks are a journeys from the valley of the weekend to the peak of the mid week, then the downhill climb back to the valleys, never ending never changing never altering in their consistency. This particular Saturday I am off from my job which I alternate every other Saturday with Michael Novak. I have been sleeping poorly again the last few days and took the luxury of sleeping in until almost 11:00 with but a brief interlude of dog walking at around 8:00 am. The day outside is gloomy. Grey sky chill and dead-brown earth patches between unmelted checkerboards of cold blue-white snow are the mute colors of late January. The house seems more like a holding cell than a haven from the dreary. The time clicks and ticks and slowly the midmorning is mid afternoon and midnight seems no more pleasant or welcome, that is unless I am asleep which may or may not be the case. If this is what it is like to have one week without football I can not happily await the absence of the game for the next 8 months. I will have other distractions for sure. and Vacations and such but the truth is those are just breaks in the scales of the sea-serpent. The bowling leagues of Friday and Sunday are two thirds decided, and only ten more weeks remain to see us through these distractions as well. Then of course the Nascar Sprint Cup season will be well underway, and the challenge of a Fantasy season competition will fall into those very valleys again for 36 weeks. But today all that seems so very far off in the distance. Too far to be counted on more like places or times of legend or mythology.
