Brief interlude of sludge, with a echidna-heavy pause.

I haven’t been very productive in the last couple of days, but I am not particularly worried about it.  I’m getting back on the horse, so to speak.  I’ve noticed that after a ‘high’ – like the trip, which was remarkable in many ways – there is a ‘low’.  I feel sludgy, contemplative, grumpy and immobilized.  That part doesn’t last either.  It’s all a question of balance.

And you can laugh at me, but my mOm still loves me.

Every time I see an Echidna, I think of Gerald Durrell.  He’s one of my all time favorite writers – he crafts a sentence so very well, and his descriptions are pithy and memorable.

This morning I’m going to treat like a work morning.  I’m going to get up and make Jeff brekkie, then I am going to sit at the kitchen table and make a paper list, and then I’m going to do it.  It’s all boring domestic stuff, and when it’s done, I suspect I’ll get back on task.

Last night I made a phone call that I’ve been dreading for two weeks now.  To preserve the dignity and privacy of those involved (and also to prevent myself from looking a right asshole, always a difficult task) I can’t really talk about it.  With that behind me I can start feeling a little perkier again.

But I would like to thank Deb and Tammy for helping me get to the point I could actually make that call.  Without friends, we’re wild animals in a lonely and challenging place.  And thanks, Jeff.