I'm working. More productive than I've been in years. Setting up a new company to contract with client, per client's wishes, so work about as secure as it can be in these troubled times. Got to keep telling myself that, as work is pretty much ALL I can do at the moment.
VERY hard for me to communicate, especially personally, at the moment, so I hope I'm not pissing anyone off too much. I'm being dragged down by what I think is a combination of post-shingles crap, my native anxiety...
...and the quetiapine I was put on for a manic episode resulting from treating a very nasty sinus infection (it's complicated, believe me.)
Oh, and the swallows' nest got attacked, lost the whole clutch. And half way through writing this, I had to clean up after one of the dogs threw up. So if I had a point, it's long forgotten.
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