The sunset was beautiful tonight; A dark orange and pink gradient resting on grey clouds. I’ve been reading a book series; The Mists of Avalon by the late Marion Zimmer Bradley. I love it. I’m on the second book. It’s the perfect series to tide me over until Oathbringer by Brandon Sanderson is released. I played my drums today. It’s the first time since I burned out. It was weird not to need to play.
It feels like I’m squeezing back into my skin, in a way. Like remembering what I used to do and trying it again with a foreign timidity. My (weak to begin with) ability to track time hasn’t returned. Reading is painfully slow right now because my mind wanders more than usual. Good thing the story draws me back. I’ve been playing with my cat. She only plays one game: I’m Gonna Getcha.
She’s really good at it. Each time we play, I think it’ll be the one time I get her before she gets me. That time has yet to come. (She has better patience and is an athlete, where I’m merely athletic-ish.) It always results in me laughing so hard my body forgets it has bones. I’m so rich to have her in my life.
M. was in a car accident. He hurt his hand, which is a problem for a surgeon. He’s recovering with his cousins in Denver, but we’ve talked since. He’s confident he’ll be back to work soon. I haven’t met anyone in his family that doesn’t work in the medical field.
I’ve already thought of several jokes to tell about this phenomenon. They’ll probably only work if the people who hear them are about four drinks into the gathering. (However, I’ve never let this stop me before.)
I haven’t left my apartment since I crashed and burned. Tomorrow I’m going back to work. Mostly because I’m afraid if I don’t soon, I’ll convince myself I can’t. That’s not entirely accurate… I’ll convince myself I’d be wiser staying home. That’s closer.
I enjoy being home alone way too much, I suspect. It’s incredibly appealing to me, but if I allow it for too long, it becomes a comfortable cage. Nailed it. It’s too easy to work from home as a code monkey, but I’ve already sprung that trap. I’m going to dress up just to put an exclamation point on it.
(Dressing up, when you don’t do it often, is an excellent anti-Depression Monster strategy.) My usual uniform of jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers has regressed to yoga tights, t-shirt, and bare feet. And a ponytail, because Amelia Bedelia is no fashionista. I’d better give myself a lot of time to get ready in the morning. I’m off to try on everything I own, then pick the first outfit I thought of.