Outwitted

This morning, I was outwitted by my trousers. 

It's a long story that involves apparently standard length trousers that are a health and safety risk when worn normally but function okayish when hoicked up to my armpits. I'm 5'7'', or 170cms, and I'm not short, so I'm not sure how that worked out, but I nearly fell on the stairs twice after catching the dratted things before I realised that my ankles could still be demurely covered when the trousers were covering my bust. Now that I may have cracked it, I'm not so bothered, as they have pockets!

And that was a wake up call. In the past, I've suffered badly from clinical depression. I can still feel reasonably cheerful, but my mind shuts down. I'm hitting the 'thirsty but getting a drink is too complicated' level now, which is a dratted nuisance. I'm not very functional, but now that it's been brought to my attention because I was getting bamboozled by basic clothing, I can perhaps do something about it. 

I've no idea what sort of posts you'll see, but I'm going to concentrate on celebrating small wins, and being as calm as I can manage. I shall definitely be avoiding watching the football. In the past, I've worked best with using tiny bits of creativity, managing to get a little physical movement going, and getting my mind stimulated. I shall also ask bear to do stuff for me. I try and avoid it generally, but for the first time that I can remember, bear isn't trying to get ahead of studying for next year, he isn't working towards exams and he isn't snowed under with coursework. As the garden is barely a step away from being declared a wilderness, I'll get him working on that. And he's always been happy to help. 

Mind you, the heat isn't helping at all. It doesn't suit any of us. Like most British houses, our home is designed to keep the heat in, and it faces south. It's great on a frosty but sunny December day, when I may not even put on the heating despite the cold outside. It's not so good at the moment, but we're managing okay with fans. 

Writing stuff - yesterday's instalment of The Guest is here. I'm struggling a little with the writing, but it's a great way to work on creativity, so I'll keep perservering. It's hard to dig out sparkling prose when it feels like you're thinking through treacle, but I'm absolutely not giving up. 

I've almost sorted out the collection of Kane's short stories. I've entitled it An Apprenticeship of Ghosts and I have a cover from GetCovers.

I'll let you know when I've finished with it, but I want to add plenty of new content so that it still has value even for those who've read my writing blog.

Hugs and good health to all.