No, seriously, I’m feeling very odd, and not even sure what is going on. I woke up feeling either very tired, terminally relaxed or depressed, and I can’t tell which. I know this is bizarre, and it’s possible what it actually is is “coming down with a cold” or something like that. I just know nothing matters very much and I want to sleep a lot. I hope it’s not a cold, as it would be very hard in terms of traveling on Wednesday.
The other side of this is that I’ve been doing some work with professional guidance. No, not exactly seeing a psychiatrist, but a friend is a psychiatrist and we’ve been talking. Believe it or not, I’m writing a novel to work through my problems. This is the same world I hid in when I was very unhappy growing up. So, the terminally relaxed makes some sense. But it’s weird. If I shed my neurosis, what have I got?
Anyway, I have no intention of just sleeping, because I want to leave the house some semblance of clean, or at least not the mess it is right now, and I also have some clothes to take in/let out before we go.
I realized yesterday that I forgot to give you the program for oh, from tomorrow through the 10th of September.
I am running a lot of guest posts/blasts from the past. I might write a post if something of note happens and if we have connectivity (we will, at least at times) I’ll drop into the comments and hang out as usual, but pardon me for doing this, okay? I need some time off. Not a lot, and not off-off. I’ll be working on Guardian for one (was just telling the boss when to expect manuscript) and other stuff, if I finish earlier than expected, but…
Every morning I wake up with the consciousness I owe a blog. I’d like two weeks without it. After that, I’m going to try to do more of a write all posts one day and then schedule them too, because just the anxiety of figuring what to write for you every morning often stops me writing fiction and that’s not good.
BUT the blog will go on, and I arranged some great guest posts for you, from the polemic to the informative (Stephanie will have a series on the New Madrid fault.) I hope you’ll enjoy it and only miss me a little. (You have to miss me a little, otherwise what’s the point of coming back.)
Once school is in full swing, and we know his schedule, I’ll try to rope younger spawn in to a post a week, and maybe I can get Dan to do something once a week too. Perhaps “adventures in tech” since I SWEAR he’s always figuring out something new to do with his computers.
Meanwhile, please keep this country in one piece and the ports open so I can come back. I don’t want to have to devise a way to walk back from Europe. I’d be very pissed by the time I get back. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.
Oh, yeah, as to the eclipse, a few things: