Today on Twitter, I posted a link to a prior post - The right to funk.. since I had woken up in, well, a funk. In addition to posting to my Twitter-world, I also shared my funky state (which sounds SO much cooler than the state I was in) with two good friends. Hoping, I guess that they'd attend my "pity party" as one of the commenters has called it.
Unfortunately, my invitations crossed in the mail, as both of them - separately of course - informed me that they, too, (or is it three?) were in a funk.
Isn't that like the Earth and the Sun and the Moon all eclipsing each other? Isn't that supposed to be a special event?
Maybe not so special.
Fortunately none of us seemed so far into a funk, that we couldn't at least send presents to each other's parties. And I hope, as this evening draws to a close, we'll all three find ourselves out of this funk.
Maybe it was just a funky day.. and not in one of those good Sanford & Sons ways...
As I wrote to one of them: This too shall pass. Resistance, after all, is futile.