State of the Me

[kiya]

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.

Comments

[queenofhalves]

w00t. :>

[redbird]

"Should not be hurting you" sounds as though it could be either profoundly unhelpful, or a way of shaking yourself loose from someone else's entanglements. (There are people whose tangles are likely to hurt me for reasons that I consider plausible, and others that I have found myself trying to detach myself from. Watching from a distance doesn't always work; sometimes I have to walk away, close that browser window, ask not to be told the latest bit of the gossip.)

[kiya]

At the time, it provoked a useful catharsis that rather seemed to bewilder the person who made the statement.

More my own entanglements; needful perspective on what position of perspective I am better off being in with regard to partnership.


And now the furnace is repaired, and I am going back to bed.

[labrys6.livejournal.com]

Glad you feel better enough to by hungry. We have been fortunate enough to have nobody get serious sick this month of darkness and ice; but all of us are in a sort of funk that is as effectively keeping us from accomplishing much.

[keshwyn]

There is a nasty norovirus making the rounds. It made it into the Boston Globe, even.

http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2007/01/17/intestinal_germ_leaves_trail_of_misery/