I used to have a saying, can’t remember if it’s entirely or only partly my own:
Lethargy rules
for all I care
Original or not it’s certainly a fair description of my present state of mind. Can’t dig up the energy to do very much at all and when I do it’s shortlived and done in a half-hearted manner.
Very soon now, unless things take a turn for the better, I shall start on my winter dose of Prozac to keep the black dog away. Or at least safe in its kennel.
Speaking with Graham this morning about his three fine blog entries on the Muse trip I said: ”Just shows that going out is good for us. Even a vicarious adventure like this one.” He did not disagree.
I’ve rather wasted my summer, sitting here looking after the house and keeping Dolly company. A couple of small projects and a layer of dust overall is all I have to show for it. The dust is disappearing in fits and starts now, but the lost time is something I’m unlikely to recover.
The fact of the matter is that I’m perfectly content and of an equable mind-set at home but I don’t enjoy going out on my own. I feel safe and comfortable in my own home. Out on my own I feel exposed and, let’s face it, alien. An stranger in a foreign land. On several levels.
Nothing new about that. When Graham comes home things will pick up, and stay picked up, but I suspect that in my later years I shall tend more and more to enjoy a reclusive life. It’s not so bad.
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soft grey September morning
the comforting smell
of fresh toast and coffee
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