First Saturday in May

I feel like I've used that title before...or something close to it. Anyway, I hardly even noticed today's "first Saturday of May"-ness. I didn't even know it was the Kentucky Derby today. I couldn't have cared less. Every year, so many are into this...and I'm left blank. And this coming from someone who HAS enjoyed many a day and night at the races at the Meadowlands or Monmouth Park. I have a penchant for SHOWing. But the Derby...big deal. I guess if you live down there, and it's sunny and 80, and you can dress like Daisy or Gatsby, it's fun. I've long identified with Jay Gatsby, but that's a whole other blog...or maybe even a series of them. Oy, i'm rambling. I've just been in a very odd, vaguely irritated mood all day, and to some degree, all week. I think it's the weather...it's pissing me off, especially coming off a 2-week stretch of temps in the 70s and 80s. The past week, it's been in the 50s mostly. Like motherfucking November. Bloody awful. I think I have SADD a few months late. I expect things to start to start perking up tomorrow...don't ask me why. Well, I could tell you, but it'd be excruciatingly tedious psychobabble. And you should value your time. Because it's our most precious commodity. 4:22am...is ANYone else still up? By the way, tonight was a perfect night for pound cake and hot tea.