My life has freed up a bit today, Gentle Reader, and I think that’s why I’m feeling depressed. I tend to get overwhelmed when something begins and ends. I am okay in a crisis, for example–I planned my entire mother’s funeral, even wrote her obituary, taking the keyboard away from the funeral director because I wanted to write it myself, but I broke down in hysterics the second I arrived back at her house. I’m not good with beginnings and endings. Messy middle parts are fine by me.
But that means that I need to get back onto a regular schedule, or, should I say, on a schedule, not back on a schedule, since I never had a clear schedule this semester to begin with. Lots and lots of responsibilities and meetings and requirements.
But for now, I am drinking milky tea and just ate some Chessmen cookies (love them!). Hopefully, this will get me back on track. To celebrate, I am now back on track with blogging, as well.
Love you all.
❤
The Postmodern Bluestocking 