Where Did It Go?
The time, I mean. Seriously, I feel like 2019 got started only a few weeks ago, and we’re into the end of the year and all the Christmas decorations are out in the stores and I’ve managed yet another year without accomplishing anything beyond keeping my job and more or less staying alive.
I will admit that the boys make life challenging at the moment. Midnight has decided that he likes to be petted, but he is very much not a cuddle-kitty. He is well on the way to being a true basement cat, with all the ebulz that entails. Westley is much more laid back and inclined to just go with whatever is happening at the time.
Curiously enough, Princess Buttercup does not cuss out Midnight, but she does swear at Westley. Kitteh dynamics are… interesting.
Possibly the most annoying thing for me at the moment is that I can no longer see the screen clearly without glasses. I can see well enough to read most sites, since the shape of the works is quite recognizable even if they’re a bit on the blurry side, but if I want any sort of clarity, the close-up glasses come out. Irritating. It makes reading a planned activity rather than something I just do.
The same with writing, actually – because I can’t see as well as I used to, I have to stop to think to get the glasses out and on (and the damn things make anything at a distance blurry as hell, so I tend to only wear them when I’m at work). Those of you who have been wearing glasses most of your life can stop snickering now. I’ll mourn my lost perfect vision as much as I want thank you very much.
I’ll admit that it’s not quite the same when I’m typing as when I’m reading, since I’m close enough to being able to touch-type that I can type while being mostly asleep. I suspect I’ve managed to type a fair amount while being actually asleep, just because being a narcoleptic I have a tendency to lose track of whether I’m asleep or not – and the normal “you don’t move much when you’re asleep” thing doesn’t really work right with me.
I know I’ve had episodes where I’ve done something and have absolutely no memory of it. Some of them have even happened without there being any kind of injury or trauma. I’m pretty sure that’s one of the more entertaining aspects of neurological disorders, where you do something that’s relatively normal and appear to be more or less your usual self, but you’re actually running on autopilot while the conscious portion of your mind is… somewhere else. It’s more likely to happen when I’m overtired, so I try not to let myself get overtired.
All of which sums up as “yeah, not much happened this year. Again. Maybe I need a better way to kick my slacking rear end into gear and keep it there.”