I haven’t had much to say lately.
Scratch that; I’ve had a lot to say recently, and that’s almost as bad. First, I’ve been reading a lot of clinical and laboratory research, either scientific literature or educated discourse about it, and it leaves my head full. To process it, I ramble. Add to that, I’ve been making a lot of progress on managing my autoimmune issues, and one happy side effect is a decrease in anxiety and depression and increase in desire to actually interact with other people.
This means that my husband, my mother, and probably a few of my friends, are really wishing I would just shut up already. A pity for them, but at least I’ve spared the internet. I keep writing posts and then letting them languish in the draft phase in perpetuam because when I proofread them, I find myself wondering, “OH GOD, WHEN WILL SHE JUST SHUT UP, ALREADY?” I’m going to go out on a limb and suggest this is a sign that the post is not ready for public consumption.
I’ve also been pretty busy Getting Shit Done, but that’s boring. Nobody cares if I finally caught up on all the dishes. Unless you’re my husband. Surprisingly, he loves to hear that I’ve cleaned up the kitchen.