For the record

If I seem more quiet than usual, or uncommunicative, or stand-offish, or generally uninterested, it doesn't mean I am not interested. Mostly, it means that I am still very, very tired from my recent upper respiratory infection (which has not entirely gone away). It is difficult to keep my eyes open, much less type anything coherent, or even think anything that doesn't sound too amazingly stupid.

It's not you; it's me.

So, not much to report here. Never left the house on Thursday. Walked a total of perhaps half a mile on Friday because I needed some cheese. Also made a few phone calls, making a doctor's appointment or two and confirming that food stamps are still "pending." Today, I walked a couple miles (more than tuna half, but heart), which might not have been too bad if I hadn't overestimated the weight of groceries I could reasonably carry. It was one of the few times when people passing on the street looked as if they were worried about me.

Books read so far this year: The Elephant in the Room: Silence and Denial in Everyday Life by Eviatar Zerubavel, and Exodus by James D. Newsome. Neither is a particularly weighty tome, but at least I'm not allowing my brain to turn into a pile of mush yet this year. Well, okay, exhaustion is increasing the mushiness levels, but I am working hard to make sure the mush has big, gnarly lumps in it.

Really am so very tired. It's probably time to stop typing and let you get back to the more interesting bits of your friends page.