My husband is away this week, on a business trip to San Jose.  He goes away frequently, and I don’t like it, but I’ve been married to him for a long time and I’ve become used to these periods of single-parenting.  The problem is, he and I are rather joined at the hip.  We’re best-best-besty-bestest friends.  We bring new meaning to the term “BFFs.”  So I feel pretty bereft when he’s away, even though I have many other friends.

He hasn’t traveled in about six weeks, which is a ridiculously long amount of time for him to be home under normal circumstances.  So maybe I’m a little out of practice.  But the week started off great.  I was in an intensely good mood Monday and yesterday.  Then a little less this morning.  A little lesser this afternoon.  And now…gloooooom.  I’ve got that feeling like I’ve lost my mojo — in this case, “mojo” being my typical cheery nature.  I HATE that feeling. And now I’m pining and he doesn’t return for another 48 hours.

The other kind of mojo that seems to come and go for me is writing mojo.  I started a new poem on Monday.  Five lines have been written.  Five pretty good lines.  They could probably be a little better.  But it’s not going any further and I seem to have lost the desire to sit down and force the rest out.  Which is odd because I genuinely enjoy composing poems.  Sometimes writing mojo goes along with  mood mojo, though, so maybe that’s the problem.

Sometimes I honestly wonder if I might be a weeeee bit bipolar.  Not totally, for sure, but I definitely have swings.  Maybe we all do, I don’t know. (It seems like poets are mostly unstable, so it wouldn’t be a surprise, right?)  Anyway. At the moment my mojo is off frolicking at the shore, perhaps, or taking a cruise.  I would like it to return.  I have to go to Back to School Night at my sons’ high school later this evening, and that’s a less-than-joyful prospect even in the best of moods.