Holding Patterns
I feel like I’ve been stuck in the same loop for a while. I’m still knitting the Same Damned Sock that I was knitting four weeks ago. I’m still monitoring Emma’s blood glucose levels. I’m still trying to win this really, really annoying version of solitaire that gives the odds of winning as 1 in 200 games (I’ve played 250 games so far — no dice). I’m still feeling the rumbles and stirrings of The Black Dog — it’s twitching in its sleep, I swear — and I’m hoping that it slumbers on for a little while longer.
There’s a wonderful article on the history of the metaphor of The Black Dog here. I wish I had the energy to absorb it all, but I may need to wait until my Black Dog Season goes away in the fall. The incongruity there is not wasted on me.
June 5th, 2009 at 12:24 pm
That explains why black dogs do have a stigma about them – like black cats, for whatever reason they are considered the least likely to be adopted (unless black labs or scotties).