SOB, FARTs and the MOB

Switerland is not great with choosing train names that translate well. The SOB is the Sud Ouest Bahn in east Switzerland, the FART is the Ferrovie autolinee regionali ticinesi in the Italian speaking canton, and the MOB is the Montreux Berner-Oberland Bahn.

I’m trying to think of ways to amuse myself because I’m starting 2024 annoyed. I think I need time alone, but I don’t actually want time alone; I want to be around people and complain about them. Everyone is bothering me at the moment, and I really can’t figure out why. I might be tired? I was sleeping well last week, but that seems to have stopped. I wake up in the middle of the night and can’t seem to get back to sleep. Winter is annoying me, with just too many layers all the time and the feeling of not being in touch with myself and nature. I’ve been inside too much, maybe, and outside is slippery and gets dark at 4:30pm. At least that’s improving some.

I’ve been trying just to go through the motions of putting my head back on my shoulders, hoping that if I do the usual stuff that sets me to rights — meditation, yoga, writing, fresh air — that it will eventually do its work.

I’m trying to start out with really low expectations, and maybe that will help by just not aiming too high. I’m in a funk and I just hope that I can get out of it soon. It’s not much fun being whiny, but I don’t have the wherewithal to remove my head from my you-know-what all on my own.

Here’s hoping I sleep well tonight!