Tom said this last night, and I said it today. Tom also wondered aloud during the show what the hell this means, although we know what it means, it means that nothing seems to be going right at all; it's just an odd expression.
In Tom's case, I think it's just part of The Best Show drama -- sometimes the show meets Tom's high expectations (regardless, it's always a great show), and sometimes he thinks it goes off the rails for reasons Tom doesn't feel that he can control. I sure know what he means. Tom's mid-summer swoon coincides with my own, although in his case, The Kid just keeps bringing it. He just thinks the show is lagging when in fact it's going just fine.
In my case, I've had quite a few days like this in the last year, and it makes me feel like I should be doing something completely different for a living. Sarah writes, "today...I'm editing the ninety-page bibliography of a book on female monastics from the fifth to the fifteenth century. This should explain my great need for distraction." Well, Sarah, I'd take that assignment over having these kinds of days. Sorry to sound so beat. I probably just need a vacation. Maybe the fall will bring new hope.
