Oh, Darling Ones,

The August Malaise has got me in its clutches. Bad.

I thought with all the neurological news, I might escape. Maybe, perhaps learning of the baby aneurysm in my brain would put my anxiety in overdrive and I’d be kept occupied by my fantasies of my imminent death.

Nope. The Lexapro is doing its job and I’m being uncharacteristically rational about it. Even Tuesday’s impending sleep study isn’t getting my anxiety too hopped up. I’m curious why I gotta be there at 7 p.m. when I usually don’t even climb into bed until midnight. That should be fun.

Instead of worrying about calamity, I’ve just been restless and bored like virtually every other August of my entire life. Sick of summer and summer food and air conditioning, all I want is everything and nothing.

Recognizing the Malaise and trying to ride it out is being seen as growth in these parts.

In attempt to soothe my restlessness I’ve:

• Spent an entire days listening to The Pointer Sisters
• Read one chapter in three books and quit because
• Watched every TV appearance by Cass Elliot (I recently finished a biography of her)

This last one led me to enter episodes of “The Midnight Special” on YouTube. Since I was only paying half-attention to the TV, I got pumped when I heard it say the next episode was going to be hosted by Seals & Crofts.

Imagine my disappointment when I started to pay attention and realized Seals & Crofts had zero to do with Sid & Marty Krofft.

This is why I ended up watching the first episode of “The Bugaloos.”

Now I understand why I am the way I am. I’m a little Benita Bizarre (weird old lady obsessed with music living in a jukebox or as Wikipedia describes her, “A jealous, untalented, unattractive, old crone”) and a little Bugaloo (also loving music, refusing to sell out and trying to me helpful and full of joy). This show is probably responsible for the whole GenX ethos. Seriously, just go read the episode synopses.

This show, that I loved when I was a little kid, pretty much predicted how my life would turn out. Neat, innit?

Restlessly yours,
Jodi

P.S. I finally found a book to capture my attention. It’s called Thistlefoot by GennaRose Nethercott. I’m only 1/3 in, but it’s super good thus far.