And it seems I’m sick again. Not the visit to death’s door that I went through a month or so ago, but enough that I just don’t feel like doing much of anything. It’s a nuisance cold, and I’m ready for it to go off and bother somebody else.
So that was the reason I didn’t put up a post yesterday. I just got home and the idea of putting brain power in coherent sentences just didn’t feel worth it. Plus it likely would have been something angry or depressing about the election, and I need to pace myself or I’ll be on medication before November.
But even before I had this little cold, I’ve been feeling kind of unmotivated. I think part of it is feeling perched between winter and spring, like some ancient repressed memory of hibernation is telling me I shouldn’t be up and around right now. Then there’s the impending time change, which I hate. We lose an hour, it’s too dark too long in the morning, too bright too long at night, and it’s absolutely pointless. So basically I don’t want to go forward or back, and thus the feeling of standing still.
I’m so blah I can’t even be arsed to come up with a decent ending to this post, so here’s a picture of a baby goat: