sunshine is the best medicine

Remember that old Carpenter's song....

Talkin' to myself and feelin' old Sometimes I'd like to quit Nothing ever seems to fit Hangin' around Nothing to do but frown Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

What I've got they used to call the blues Nothin' is really wrong Feelin' like I don't belong Walkin' around Some kind of lonely clown Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.....

That pretty much sums up how I've been feeling since I got back from Queensland. It's been cold and wet and miserable, and so have I. I've sat and watched the rain and thought dark thoughts (when I was actually thinking at all). I've achieved not much more than the minimum. I've basically been moping.

But yesterday was neither Monday nor rainy.

I felt like the cloud had lifted from more than just the sky. I spent most of the daylight hours in the garden (where the hell did all those weeds come from?). It was a good day and I feel better for it.

I also got to speak to all three of my girls. B called from her converted sea-tainer in the nasty place. She sounded happy and bouncy. She is sharing a Canadian mess and they have a Tim Horton's franchise there. She's always been one to make the best of a bad situation and (with the help of Tim Horton's Boston Cream) she'll make it through her time in Arseholestan.

T didn't have any specific news. She just floats through life in Grayland. She's happy. That is all that counts.

I spoke only briefly with my baby. She was basking in the tropical sunshine on The Strand, checking out the local (non-AJ) talent. She, and her new mate Rhiannon, were filling in some time whilst awaiting a call to pick up her BIL from the barracks. That conversation ticked off the final item on my are-my-girls-OK list. She's happy and settling in well.

I also had a good gossip with my Mum. My darling sister is being a turd and an arsehole and not very nice at all and we had a good laugh over her childish antics.

Between the sunshine and the love over the lines from my most beloved women, it was a pretty bloody good day. If I had managed a quick call with my son, it would have been damn near perfect.

It seems my blue funk is over. We can return to our regularly scheduled programming.