Rambling.....

Between the hours of 9am and 1pm, I am almost 88% productive, alert, and functioning. The rest of my working day is a steady decline, until 5, when I am almost comatose. The comatose state can only be remedied by an emergency with one of my projects, which happened today actually. But I’m ok. I’m calm. A cool cat. I’m not as important as I sound. It’s monkey work. But I still have a moment of panic when something goes wrong .

It’s icy here. Some whisperings of a white Christmas have been circulating. Being a depressive, you won’t be terribly shocked to find out that Christmas is not my favourite time of year. I do like all the funky coloured lights on the houses (and my neighbour has a giant inflatable Christmas Homer Simpson strapped to the front of his house) and yes, presents are nice, both giving and receiving. BUT, a gloom still descends. Christmas was magical and special until I hit puberty, then it seemed to lose it lustre.

The sky is currently a rather disconcerting murky pink.