It’s a rainy day with a golden light at the horizon, and you know I love to write on a rainy day. Though no fiction for me today.
Nope, deep, serious thoughts about deep, serious things. Fueled by coffee with my Chobani creamer, which is utterly yummy.
Yesterday was groceries, so many groceries, a heavy cart filled for me and my parents. Everything is more expensive. Absolutely everything.
To be honest, we’re all just kind of whistling in the dark, a very odd phrase you know I’m going to look up for the origins. Hmm, no real answer on the origins, but a lot of sites have the meaning of the phrase wrong, saying it means being sure of something you’re wrong about.
Whistling in the dark is pretending to be brave when you’re not; pretending to be optimistic when it doesn’t look good.
It’s also a song by They Might Be Giants. From the song:
A woman came up to me and said
“I’d like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind”
That feels painfully appropriate, I’d say. Anyway, as the gold in the sky fades to rain, I’m going to get some stuff done. Have a good Friday and a good weekend, and if you’re going to whistle, make it a good tune.