Have been in a foul mood lately. Slow recovery from the flu since Sunday not helping. On the ride back from training I realised part of the problem could be because we have arrived in the month of May. Before 2010 May meant being melancholy. I saw no reason to be joyful. Don't get me wrong I have no issue about getting older.. It's just.. It doesn't *mean* anything anymore. May comes and reminds me that... I'm alone.

From 2010-2012 I had reason to be happy and looked forward to May. Not anymore. Guess I reverted to type.