Well I think I'm safely out of my funk now, though all morning at work I kept muttering my funk-mantra of "I hate my life I hate my life I hate my life." Actually that alone tends to snap me out of funks, because it really is a silly thing to say. I really don't hate my life, especially lately. (There were times this spring when I meant every word of my funk-mantra.) I'm really doing pretty well lately, but I guess (as Tamela pointed out to me in an email ages ago that I probably forgot to answer) one needs the funks and down times to be more able to appreciate the nifty and fun times.

Good god, now I sound just disgustingly cheerful and upbeat. Bleh!

Of course talking to Kent cheered me up this morning too, as well as reading an email that he'd sent me. I'd written him earlier, telling him about how I'd been thoroughly embarassed the other day when the security system technician came over to hook up my system, and it was only after he left that I discovered that I'd had a huge remnant of my lunch of black beans and rice stuck between my front teeth. So Kent wrote back and laughed at me, which made me laugh about it too instead of continuing to mentally cringe about the thought of standing there talking and smiling with half my lunch plastered across my teeth. (I'm one of those people who always quietly and discreetly tells people if they have something on their face or if their blouse is coming unbuttoned or if they have food in their teeth--simply because I'd want someone to do the same for me.)

I also went to see a Police-K9 demo down at the gym this afternoon. The demo was for one of the kids' karate classes, but anyone was welcome to watch. It was very impressive and I was fairly amazed at how well-trained the dogs are while still being unbelievably aggressive when necessary. The two cops talked to the kids for a while about how the dogs are trained and how they perform their jobs, and then one put on a bite-sleeve and pretended to be a bad guy while the other's dog attacked him. Pretty cool stuff.

I've discovered, after reading a few of my previous journal entries, that I have a terrible habit of repeating myself. I have a lousy memory, and I guess when a nifty piece of info finds its way into my head I forget that I might have already put it in my journal. Humblest apologies to you all for inflicting upon you my senile repetitiveness.