Defrosting brain freeze

This has been a week of extremes for me. I've had bitter fights with the womanchild and out of the blue moments of tenderness and the ever more rare cuddling. I've run all over the place getting involved with people yet have had more privacy and time to myself than I've had in ages. I've dithered with some major insecurities and made some firm decisions.

My head ought to be spinning, but instead, it's been empty. I haven't had a thought to share in days. As much as I complain about not being able to turn the brain off most of the time, I really don't enjoy this end of the spectrum much. I feel dull, fuzzy and slow, but I do recognize that my mental energy has been going elsewhere. It hasn't deserted me, but I definitely need to make sure that I have enough for the activities I enjoy and want to keep in my life.

I've read light, fluffy entertaining books that haven't required deep thought, delicious vampire porn by Laurell K. Hamilton and more swooning romance from Diana Gabaldon. I've had enough of shape shifters, creatures of the night and hunks in kilts for the time being now, but it was indeed a nice diversion. I know I'm coming back to myself because I had to pick up George Saunders' In Persuasion Nation at the library the other day. It's been a long time since I read a book of short stories, and I'm loving this sharp witted satire of modern culture. When it comes to reading, I usually prefer novels, and this book is really making me wonder why. A really good short story often displays the best writing a reader can find.

I'm ready to think again. I just feel a little rusty, but I will get the brain moving. This is a promise.

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