Monday, June 11, 2012

test drive

I haven't been here for a long, long while.

I'm getting bored with Facebook, and only check in to lurk around.  I can't be bothered with the games;  they become tedious very, very fast.  I have the concentration span of a gnat, it would seem, these days.  I suppose it's yet another menopausal side effect.
I have another theory.  I think I expend an enormous amount of my mental energy in my job, and I think that  every night, when I get home, I have my very own private, quiet melt down.  The first thing I like to do when I walk through the door in the evening is have a shower, and slide on into my pj's.  It wasn't all that long ago that I never even possessed pyjamas: now I spend hours and hours in them.  At least it has the decency to be dark at 5pm as it's winter.   What on earth am I going to do when it's summer and daylight until almost 9pm?
I simply cannot find a single thing that inspires me to do anything else.  Not yoga or zumba.  Not reading, book club or crosswords. Not the local drama group or a chat on the phone with a friend.  Never sewing or craft-related stuff.  Music only happens in the car.  Not even a walk with my poor doggy.  There is no enthusiasm to summon.
Mind you, I am still good fun, love a good laugh, derive enormous amounts of pleasure from being with the ones I love and retain my distaste of all things domestic.  And I am studiously ignoring the renovations that have gone from patiently waiting to be completed to screaming at me to get it over with and done.  I am very good at this ignoring business.  Some professional types might term it "detatchment".......  meh: who cares......

So I guess there's really nothing wrong at all.
Situation normal.

Maybe I just need to get back into this.

Enough for now.  I wouldn't want to overdo it now, would I?