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.
Maybe I just need to get back into this.
Enough for now. I wouldn't want to overdo it now, would I?