Moody

I have been in a strange mood, which I typed as “moof” three times in a row before getting it right, the last few weeks. It is difficult for me to describe this mood. I have been a real bear around the office for no real reason and have been very solitary when I have not been at work. I suppose anti-social would be the best descriptor for this mood but there is something else there. I want to say wistful but I am not certain that is the right word. Wistful, for me, carries the connotation of longing for something specific and I can not think of a single thing for which I am pining, except, of course, the fjords, perhaps a bit nostalgic in a melancholy sort of way but not wistful for anything in particular. Then yesterday my iPod, the appropriately named funkywoodjams, spat out this collection of hits from the ‘80s:

• Rosanna – Toto
• Since Yesterday – Strawberry Switchblade
  
• Heat of the Moment – Asia
  
• The Warrior – Scandal
  
• The Future’s So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades – Timbuk 3
  
• When I See You Smile – Bad English
  
• Lost in Your Eyes – Debbie Gibson

An odd bit of serendipity.