Just Ain't the Same

It's sad how what normally brings me such joy, such as seeing dolphins jumping out of the water while sitting on big granite boulders on the end of the dike with my husband, watching the sun go down and the ships go by while eating tamales (that we bought sporadically, upon the prompting of a Mexican, out of the trunk of his car) is clouded by the mundane and the not so mundane. I can't sleep. My chovanistic boss (mundane) is front and center in my mind right beside my thoughts of Mom (not so mundane) a year ago today (it's after 1:00 a.m.). I find that I am angry with my boss for taking up my mind-space on such an anniversary. Angry with my boss? What's wrong with me? I am feeling that doom and gloom feeling again. Darkness, my trustworthy friend.