Sunday spin
Sunday, December 7th, 2025 06:21 pmToday -- that would be Sunday -- has been very strange and dislocated.
I got up what counts for "late" nowadays, declared to myself that I didn't want to eat breakfast, I didn't want to sit with the sun lamp, life was ashes, and everything a waste of time. Yeah, I know, but Brain Spin doesn't make sense. It just Spins.
I managed to talk myself into a cup of tea with the sun lamp by mentioning that I had to fill in my calendar for next week, so I knew where I needed to be when (next week being a thought difficult), and was thus not a waste of time. So, I got my 30 minutes of light. By then, it was really getting on, but I plea-bargained breakfast by pointing out that, by eating late and large, I could have a small, late lunch.
Hit the office a little after 10 and wrote until 3 (and this is how I wrote a book last year. No Brain Spin while writing.) Then I had my promised snack-called-lunch, changed out the cat fountains, did my duty to the cats and -- that's gonna be it. No, I did not do my PT homework. No, I did not take a walk. Nor did I throw myself off a high building, so I'm calling Life and me even on the day.
The cats have been keeping close; both Rook and Tali tried to figure out how to sit on my lap while I'm typing, but neither could make it work. Firefly, not being a lapsitter, kept watch from On High.
I have, for what its worth, figured out why this rough patch, now. December 5 would have been when we knew for sure that the meds weren't going to work, surgery was not a thing, and the downhill slope was one way.
It's nice to have a mystery cleared up, I guess.
Well. I still have tomorrow clear to write. Hopefully, with less spin.
Everybody have a good evening; stay safe.
I'll check in tomorrow.
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Date: 2025-12-08 03:09 am (UTC)