Category: The Struggle

Not everybody knows what the crop circles are.

I’ve learned a bit about executive function since joining Autistic Twitter.  I just read my Pocket Sister’s blog describing her adventures with this challenging quirk.  It involves a phenomenon familiar to neurodiverse humans.  The executive function primarily entails the mental ability to manage time and focus.  Mine is spotty at best.  I find the most […]

I don’t even really work here!

It rained all day today.  It’s still raining now.  I don’t like when it’s also windy because it blows the water under my umbrella, rendering my battle to keep it above me futile.  I was drenched by the time I finished my Meals on Wheels route.  My last stop is inside an apartment complex with […]

I have to open a bottle of ketchup for her.

Lately, I’ve thought a lot about core values.  I haven’t paid much attention to philosophy (because it should be called wishful thinking.)  Wishing is for childhood.  Adulthood abuses wishers.  Tinkerbelle dies every time in reality.  But as a child, you may have been allowed to indulge.  Sorry nobody warned you it was temporary.  Philosophy should be […]

He took it out.

I joined the resistance movement.  I’m still not sleeping much.  I’m averaging 2 hours a night, according to my Fitbit.  I’m about to begin a collaboration with another blogger, so that’s exciting.  I held a contest with a group of friends to write a funny version of The Twelve Days of Christmas.  Two of the […]

What’s that red dot on your sweater?

Today was long.  I have an earache and my throat is sore.  This usually means I’m about to get sick.  I’ve been taking Advil whenever the pain steals my attention, but that’s not very often.  I strongly suspect my high pain threshold doesn’t include anything above my neck.  It’s been storming all week, and it […]

No, I mentioned the bisque.

Today was frustrating.  I’m taking a medication to lower my T hormone levels, but unfortunately it seems to be working far too well.  Sitting up in bed shouldn’t be this difficult.  Moving and being awake are almost more than I’m able to manage.  I know exactly why it’s happening, and that at least eliminates the sheer […]