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Poor Edward: he and Greycie Loo are off to the vet later this morning, so he's not being let out. He's used to asking and receiving. So poor me, he's asking and asking and asking.
Yesterday i made the mistake of indulging in some of those pumpkin candies before dinner (the waxy ones that are honey flavored, like candy corn). The sugar crash came hard, and i fell asleep before 9 pm. Christine had bought a silly Scooby Doo monster cartoon that we were watching. One think i noticed -- besides the intro that identified the cheerleader girlfriend of Shaggy as "liberated" -- was that this had monsters that were "real," not a projector on sheet or any grumpy guy misleading people. I had a fleeting curiosity at the change in skepticism in such entertainment, but so it goes.
This morning i've caught up with incoming email to some extent. That's probably a sign that the depression-barrier for communication i was feeling last week is cracking. It's so *odd* to experience, a pervasive blockage that then just disappears, leaving no evidence of why communication was so hard, and i'm all beside myself with, "Oh my, must reply to this this this." But it's not a mystery any more, nor is it frightening. Last week i knew it would pass, i just needed to wait it out.
Yesterday i made the mistake of indulging in some of those pumpkin candies before dinner (the waxy ones that are honey flavored, like candy corn). The sugar crash came hard, and i fell asleep before 9 pm. Christine had bought a silly Scooby Doo monster cartoon that we were watching. One think i noticed -- besides the intro that identified the cheerleader girlfriend of Shaggy as "liberated" -- was that this had monsters that were "real," not a projector on sheet or any grumpy guy misleading people. I had a fleeting curiosity at the change in skepticism in such entertainment, but so it goes.
This morning i've caught up with incoming email to some extent. That's probably a sign that the depression-barrier for communication i was feeling last week is cracking. It's so *odd* to experience, a pervasive blockage that then just disappears, leaving no evidence of why communication was so hard, and i'm all beside myself with, "Oh my, must reply to this this this." But it's not a mystery any more, nor is it frightening. Last week i knew it would pass, i just needed to wait it out.
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