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.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

5 thoughts on “Brief interlude of sludge, with a echidna-heavy pause.”

  1. I too have been inspired to make changes in my life after your much anticipated visit and, like you, I’ve been feeling the sludge too. I need to follow your lead , get out of “my rut” and move on with having a “real” happy life.

  2. Personally, I don’t see much benefit to the Fall time change. We start our after-work dog walk at 4:30; it’s dark by the time we finish. Pretty soon, we will still be in the woods when we loose the light. I am however, looking forward to the snow which brightens things up and buries most of the stuff I’m allergic to. I know most people don’t share my happiness in this regard.

  3. November has always been my fave month. I’m usually creative as all get out and my allergies die down and the weather is not too cold and not too hot. Although rather too wet in these parts.

  4. Here’s something bizzare. Upon the first snowfall of the year, an overwhelming sense of euphoria overtakes me. I’m not sure why? I have no memory that suggests it is associated with some past super, positive, childhood event.

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