Lately I have been in a weird head space. My sense of humor is kind of dry and dorky. At times I am blue and then I am some sort of other color. I don’t think it’s a bi-polar thing it’s just mood swings. Maybe that happens when you get older or something like that. Believe me I have always been a weirdo (with a heart of gold) but in the past couple of years its been a weirdo in some dark space. Grief mixed in with other stuff can create a strange cocktail. Most importantly I am very much human and there is a lot that goes with that.

Something to get my buzz on this morning from Be Caffeinated on the North Shore of Chattanooga. After the week I’ve had this is a treat.

I’m still working on this stuff. Life is a work in progress.

The Mrs. and I went to dinner at a local pizza joint tonight and I ordered a beer with my slice and the server did not ask for my ID. I am 51 and my salt and pepper temples might give away that I would have liked to have been asked to prove that by being “carded”. Sometimes it’s a matter of self esteem I suppose.