Soda Fizzle Days

Today is a day of contradictions - in weather, thoughts and actions.

For the past few days it had been cold and gray and wet - the kind of cold and gray and wet that threatens to erase memories of brighter days. The change from summer to pseudo-winter came abruptly - Fall seems to have lasted all but 1 day and a half in Indy. Yet, it was sunny and warmthis morning, with blue skies and white clouds, and rays of the morning sun waking me up.
I woke up late, refreshed, and ready to do great things with my day. A breakfast of sumptious leftover Tomyam vermicelli seemed like an indicator (or augury=important omen. new word!) of good things to come, and I left home with my (shot) glass half full.

However , the day did not unfold as promised, like a Gaussian distribution that is skewed very much to the left with very big standard diviation, causing the whole graph to fall flat . Great achievements became a series of small, unimportant tasks, and time spent reading papers that couldn't be read in time. Class was unenergetic, both students and the-almost-always-enthusiastic-professor. Notes taking went from neat perky letters to barely legible scrawl. Thoughts about supposedly important decisions and contradictary choices swirled about in my head.

Then, sadly, in the evening, it resumed pouring. The temperature dropped, and tomorrow will be the coldest day since the start of this pseudo-Fall.

Some days are just like this - they start off beautifully, with a great storyline and cast, then fizzle off like the sodas left in the open for too long. Reminds me of Gray's Anatomy.

Well, at least we've got tomorrow.

Maybe.