We all know the drill — it’s so much harder to come up with blog fodder when things are going well. And they are, sort of. I was able to handle driving this morning, which sort of fell into my lap — the husband fellow is quite ill, and it made sense for me to do it. Even though I know I can drive, my brain goes into a weird bubble at the thought and it makes me wary of my ability to operate a motor vehicle. Which is silly, ’cause the bubble is all sorts of hyper-vigilant, but eh… brains are weird.
Words are also starting to come back to my brain, slowly but surely. I managed some progress on my languishing NaNoWriMo story, though I don’t know if I can repeat that today. We’ll see — I’ve got my magic album on (Swoon by the Silversun Pickups), so it might encourage my brain.
I’m still not quite up to dealing with people yet, but I think that time is getting closer. That is to say — I’ll talk to my best friends, but I’m not up for wider-scale socialization past that. I think that day is coming soon, but I’m not rushing it. Oh, there’s some dabbling on Twitter, on Facebook — I’m finding that what my brain is offering up for me to put out there has made for fruitful interaction. Perhaps the antidepressant is helping clear away some of my paranoia and shadows enough to enable me to be happy dabbling in treacle.
For the moment though, I’m having a belated coffee, and enjoying le grind that is work. Slowly but surely, humanity is reasserting itself in me. Or erm, feeling human. One of those things with the words, ha ha.
I hope everyone is having a pleasant day!