I'm on the giddy upswing now, after Tuesday's plunge into the abyss. I'm not bipolar, but I'm the kind of person who is occasionally given the "Are you bipolar?" interview by concerned doctors. In the aftermath of any traumatic event, I fly up into a state of ungrounded optimism, buoyancy, and energy. Last night's four-hour block of sleep was the most I've had in three days, but today I'm mopping floors, delivering enthusiastic lectures on The Odyssey and brainstorming multiple blog posts.
And I'm in the mood for hats. Sage, do you know how much I love you? Your "quiet authority" remark at Denguy's place made me grin to myself in the dark as I lay awake at five this morning, picturing myself vanquishing Dr. WRE with the calm authority that no peanut butter or Special K dare defy. (It seems evident to me now that Dr. WRE is thorough and conscientious, though sadly lacking in social skills and saddled with an involuntary response of polite disbelief to even the most mundane remarks. We should pity him, really, poor man.)
So here they are - the promised well-lit hat pics (too late for Wordless Wednesday, so look at all the words up there - the freedom! the liberty!):