Friday. Wednesday night was weird in an almost chemical sense, the weasels in the walls watching me closely with their evil little eyes. A feeling I've gotten very rarely, the kind of thing they warn you about when you're going on (and off) your daily dose of Zoloft. The next night, last night, was just fine: and the day well, lots of interesting effort getting artandlife moved to the new web provider, the head reasonably clear, a neat shot two three of traditional Tennessee whiskey to cap the evening. No complaints. Just mentioning this, you understand, no need to think more about it. As I mentioned, I can only remember three instances all in the last three years of this kind of chemical imbalance thing and none before that. Three's a charm? Right?
You don't want to be writing things like that if you ever think to get another job.
The kind of work I might consider now would worry if they found themselves considering someone who wasn't familiar with the weasels. Believe me.
Back from breakfast at the usual place, wide awake and feeling better than I have in months. Will it last? I'm wearing a red sweater (Chinese New Year) and keeping my fingers crossed, but boy howdy does having this sinus-head-disoriented thing largely go away give you a lift, even for just a while. Sometimes, when you've been feeling crappy for a very long time, you have nothing to compare it to and you're not really aware of how far you've fallen, then you suddenly have the symptoms shrink by half (for more than a day, pretty please!) and understand not only what a complaining vegetable you've become, but why. Diddle-dee-die.
Later. Quite a bit of walking this afternoon, muscles aching, head turning less amenable to the proposition the farther along I got. What's the relationship? The head flares up as you get tired? Who knows? Right now, who cares? Not much sleep last night, as I was feeling speedy, feeling good, got up a couple of times in the middle of the night and checked my email (you've got to do something, after all), woke up early this morning without batting an eye, now that it's six in the evening I'm starting to crash. Which should be fine. Get a good night's sleep, see how I feel tomorrow. A quite foggy morning, this morning, the sky clear by noon, plenty of sun, no complaints.