You know, I was going to write a really long, sad post about how my chronic pain is really getting worse and I’m having a lot of trouble getting the mental energy up to do the things I know I have to do to try and keep it at bay. There likely would have also been some dejected bitching about my legal case (all vague, of course) and how it’s ALMOST DONE but it feels more like someone has dangled a carrot in front of me and keeps moving it farther and farther back, all the while refusing to tell me if it’s a good sized carrot, or if it’s rotten in the middle.
(this metaphor ONLY works if I ignore the fact I am allergic to carrots. Well, unless things go really awful, then I guess it makes sense.)
But then I had my yearly realization: it’s the end of August and for SOME REASON I always feel a little mopey toward the end of August. No idea why. So maybe I should pend my post until mid-September at least.