State of the Me

Because I haven't actually been terribly communicative of late.

I am muddling through. Basically sort of took a week off and mostly tried to avoid feeling guilty about not really accomplishing much. Spent much of it being not quite sick, which has been maddening, but my appetite seems to have come back so it may be improving. Spent other parts of it sort of tied up in emotional tangles that it has been gently pointed out to me should not be hurting me, and that's been its own kind of interesting. Been doing a fair amount of essaying babble elsewhere. Continuing to continue.

Coming a bit out of shell now. Enforced some tidiness on the house, did a bunch of laundry, and with whispercricket and teinedreugan's assistance, made ice cream, thereby verifying that the ice cream maker works just fine. Working on patterns and establishing self properly, which eats vast amounts of processor time.

queenofhalves: got the Daimon Lover book you recommended to me a year and a half ago at last.

ETA: 1036 words. Chapter 3.25 written. Convinced snakie to take his mousie even though he's blue.

Speaking of looking at the world on a strange angle ...

[Public] Whitney says, "Meanwhile, I think it says something about me that I see a thread title of 'Does a fertilised egg have a soul' and the *first* guess I have about the subject under discussion is the ethics of breakfast food."
[Public] Complicated Genius Tesla [oneironaut] says, "Put me down for another 'it says something about me'."
[Public] Brooks [brooksmoses] says, "Heh. Yeah, it took me a moment after reading the second clause of that to get past "Wait, there's a another interpretation?""