Got the test results back today. Turns out there is something wrong with me. Nothing too serious. Well it is serious, but it's controllable. Some of the symptoms include fatigue and irritability. Explains why I haven't been able to write.
Every night for the last eight nights I've been working to unstuck the drain on the kitchen sink. It was quite frustrating. We tried chemicals, baking soda, twirling steel cables and lots of swearing. Nothing worked. Finally we went out and baught this electric drill motivated coil of wire. By the time we were done smoke was pouring out of the drill, horrible grinding noises came from the pipes and piles of sludge were spurting from the drain. But now the water is flowing once again.
The best company lunch ever. No because of the food, or the people I was with, or any of the usual stuff. This lunch took place in the basement of an Italian Restaurant, in a room decorated entirely with pictures of popes and priests and nuns. The highlight of all this was the table's centerpiece. A lifesize bust of the current pope. The creepy part was that it looked a whole lot like my father. I have dubbed the room, "The Pope-atorium."
Spent a lot of time alone in the car today and I was thinking about this whole mid-life crisis thing. I think I'm starting to understand the whole "get a red convertible and a trophy wife" syndrome. It's not just hanging on to youth. It's realising that your definition of yourself is no longer what it was. This happens when you don't evolve your self-image. One day you notice you aren't really who or what you thought you were. The gut reaction is to try to reset your life to fit the old image. You blame the ones around you for your loss of self. Fortunately I was able to see that resetting wasn't needed. Life is flexible and all I need now is to pull it back on course.
Let myself be who I am.I got a new desk for Christmas. Two nights ago I put it together and put my old knee-hole of a desk out to pasture. I never realized how uncomfortable my old desk was! The new desk has room for all my reference books and style manuals and stuff. It looks and feels like a writer's desk. This is my writer's desk.
This is so cool! I feel so good. Most importantly I have an overflow of creative energy. I haven't been this productive in a long time. My untreated diabetes was dragging me down so much, I have a hard time describing how it felt. I had no energy, was writing nothing, and couldn't muster the energy to care that I wasn't writing. Now I have half-a-dozen projects all going on at the same time,