One Fish, Two Fish

Remember in my zoo post how I had the picture of the blue fish?  You know, this one:

And I said I didn’t know what it was, but I was including it because it reminds me of me as of late:  blue and grumpy.  Remember that?

I think I’m over the blue.  For now, at least.  And the grumpy?  It comes and goes, but I think it’s more or less resolved itself for the time being.

Maybe that is why today, when I look at this fish, I don’t see a grumpy fish.  I see a bewildered fish.  A deer-in-the-headlights fish.  A fish that is thinking, “Holy frap!  How did I get here?  I’m just a fish.  Go away and leave me alone.  Please.”

Yes, right now I am just feeling like a bewildered zoo fish.

Oh, I’m not looking for empathy or sympathy or worry on my behalf.  I’m not even giving you any details about anything, so I don’t deserve any of that from you anyway.  And, really, we’ll be fine.  At some point.  Probably sooner than others would think we should.

But right now?  I’m a bewildered fish, and I’m wondering, “Holy frap!  How did I get here.”