I Have Nothing Positive to Say about Coach Rodriguez at this Time

I'm sure that in a couple years I'll be able to say something nice about the guy. I know he did a lot of good things for West Virginia. At the moment, however, my thoughts are running a less charitable course.
My problem with his leaving has really very little to do with his accepting a better job offer and more to do with the idea that even a native West Virginian does not find us good enough. There is little escaping that thought.
When John Beilein left WVU for the same Michigan, I truly wished him well. Beilein brought so much class to our basketball program. I was sad to see him go.
It is a different story with Coach Rod. He called this his dream job, and as little as two weeks ago he told us we were stuck with him. He lied to all of us.

I need a break.

Maybe it is the barometric pressure. The new fallen snow has enlivened the kids' spirits, but it seems to have made me sensitive to every sound. I hate it when the phone rings. For one thing, there is the noise. For another, a ringing phone can only mean that someone wants something of me. In truth, even if someone simply called to chat, I would be annoyed (back to the noise thing).

I have in the past 10 years or so felt I was affected by the changing seasons. This has become more pronounced this past year. I am reluctant to mention this to the doctor, because I don't want to be identified as a pill-seeker, but there is some truth that I want to be happy and up all the time. I am not unhappy, however; I just am, existing with neither joy or despair.