Once again I have been neglecting both my blog and my constant inclination to write. To say my life has gone to the dogs is something of an understatement. We're rescued five more dogs since my last post and I think I might have shaved my legs once or possibly twice since then (honestly not sure about that).
My spare time is usually the several hours past "bedtime" that I'm unable to sleep and I spend it watching social/cultural/food-related documentaries or British mystery TV shows on Netflix. The former of which sends my mind churning and gives me plenty to write about, but by that time of the night I'm too unmotivated to do more than write out an outline that inevitably gets lost under pages of notes about dogs, potential fosters, shelter contact info, etc.
I've been cooking less or at least cooking less interesting things. Mostly peanut butter and raspberry preserve sandwiches (usually with sliced jalapenos in the mix) or some concoction of brown steamed rice with veggies, beans, etc. My home has also become almost unbearably cluttered, which doesn't help my mental state (which is already overwhelmed as it is).
The combined symptoms lead me to believe that I am:
B. Becoming depressed
My solution to that is to drink a lot of coffee today and start sorting things to donate & get rid of. That might sound like an odd place to start, but it's mentally refreshing for me to get rid of "stuff." Over the years I have become less and less a fan of "stuff." Having too much of it around actually annoys me, but I often don't have or don't make the time to get rid of it properly.
More later today about better and brighter things, but for now I need to get to work...