General Lassitude

I am suffering from the same complaint as that southern general. His name was Lassitude, and I am suffering from the state of ennui that was surely named in honour of the great, aforementioned general. Indeed, I am in a state of General Lassitude, even though I am in the province of Ontario. We don't generally have states here, just provinces, but it just doesn't work for me to confess that I am in a such a province.

Well, let me show you: I'm in a province of General Lassitude folks. You see? Perhaps it was because the good general who is renown for never losing a battle that he was able to get around to attending was American, although I swear that most of you refer to as Murka and to yourselves as Murkins. Be careful there, that's getting close to murky, and we Canadians like to look upon murkiness as our bailiwick although the Brits what with their Old bailey and all seem to believe all bailiwicks theirs. I don't think they have a General Bailiwick, however.

It happened this morning, this feeling of being as useless as a dead southern general who never won a battle ... nor lost one for that matter. I could not face manufacturing a serious blog. London, terrorists, African poverty, the state of America (oops, Murka), environmental degradation — nothing clicked. Nor did I feel like being religiously or political controversial. Thanks heavens for small mercies, eh you little bloglodites.

I contemplated my blogging ennui off and on throughout the day. Then, it struck me. It's summer! That in and of itself seems hardly revelatory, but it brought to mind that I was repeating a pattern: to wit, losing some interest in computerdumb in the summer. Not a complete loss of interest but a partial waning. In the past, this might have worried me, but I am now used to the pattern because I know that my interest will revive in September, and I almost feel comforted to have Ennui find me again. A say 'again' because last summer the usual pattern did not strongly recur. Therefore, it took me a while to recognize the old general when he resurfaced to reclaim its own this summer.

That means that I'm okay. It means I'll be back on track come September. I am already contemplating CSS and Photoshop books to order for the fall and perhaps taking a few courses too. Until then, I'll blog a bit, but I won't get too worried when watching the sparrows fly in and out of their house seems like a more worthwhile use of time.