Brown Days.

I love Dr. Seuss' book My Many Colored Days.  I think I've mentioned it before, but I'm too darn lazy tired to try and find where.  Doesn't matter anyway.  After all his crazy made-up creatures and words (I've always been a big fan - we share the same b-day, you know), this book is a healthy shot of reality.  AND, after subbing for two weeks at a local elementary school, part of which time was spent in "flooding" sessions with kindies, I can make all kinds of connections to the text.  Today, for example, has definitely been a brown day.

"Some days, of course, feel sort of Brown.
Then I feel slow and low, low down."

We know what he's really saying, right?
You know what brown is the color of, right?
And slow? I know what that means. Constipated (figuratively, btw). Stuck in a rut.
Yep, I'm feeling a little lot like that.

Probably because it's 4:08 am on a Thursday morning (I know... this won't post until Friday - I'm sure things will be much better by then), and I have not slept a wink.  I tried until about 2 (I even listened to this talk on my ipod in hopes of encouragement or sleep - I'd take either!), then decided I had better be some kind of productive since the sleep fairy apparently skipped over me.  I have to work tomorrow today.  UGH.

BROWN.

RED and BLUE days just around the corner,