Uncomfortably Comfortable

The cloudy weather matches my mood this morning, a feeling shared by many farmers in our area. I put an extra scoop of coffee grounds in the coffee maker this morning so my coffee is a bit stout as I look out over the dreary landscape in our backyard. As my coffee jolts me awake I am thinking about how I described my feeling to a good friend.

In a phone call lamenting about our lack of field work I described my feeling as "Uncomfortably Comfortable."

I think this is a perfect description of my feelings. I am uncomfortable that we have nothing planted and the weather forecast is not looking great, but I am comfortable with that because we are prepared to plant quickly when conditions change. Plus we in Northeast Indiana and Northwest Ohio have been here before, too many times before in reality, with too much rain in April and May.

Maybe it is because of experience, or maybe I am just becoming numb, but being Uncomfortably Comfortable is a new feeling. In the past I would have been lashing out at my family because Mother Nature was not cooperating or a maintenance item was not yet completed. I would be drowning my frustration in finger after finger of bourbon, letting the burn of that dark devil's water soothe away my frustrations but not fixing them.

But here I sit, Uncomfortably Comfortable in May 2026, instead of stewing in a broth of depression and frustration.