Oh god, I am getting very, very depressed. Probably in the throes of another mood swing. These have been occurring with increasing frequency last few months. Sometimes I can go from euphoria to despair in twenty minutes, and then back to some kind of pleasantness within another half hour. A tactic that a friend taught me for surviving hot flashes through menopause, when I get there, is sometimes useful with these. She said to remember it's temporary, it's only for just a little while.
     Of course it doesn't help that the weather won't stabilize. Blinding heat followed by greyness and rain, then soaking wet heat, then more blazing, then chill. It really is hard to keep up. Yesterday a thunderstorm passed through. Or around, in my case, but less than half a mile up the road everything was wet. How strange it might have been to stand on the corner of 34 and Wyckoff Road and watch this curtain of water slide past.
     Dozing off on the train, I was thinking, half dreaming, lascivious thoughts about various people today. Maybe I am just a horn dog. The girl next to me was wearing a skirt so short, it might as well have been a belt. This was very distracting. I was also thinking of Kevin Smith, and people who remind me of Kevin Smith. Plus, the conductor had lots of freckles, and I am a sucker for freckles. I was imagining clandestine encounters in the ladies rooms of restaurants. I was thinking of all kinds of wicked things.