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I have twenty emails in my inbox and no milk for my coffee. I am about to brave the heat (and it's hot today, and we're only halfway through summer - I want to say 'woe is me' and heap ashes on my head and see if ashes cool things down) and spend quality shopping time with a friend. Then I can come home and do the work that was put off when I dealt with 699 emails. Or I can catch up on other things that lapsed when I was cavorting down south.

Or I could watch my new DVD (Southern food!!) and read the accompanying magazines (my Chanukah present to myself). If I watch shorts on Sourthern food, do I put on weight by osmosis?

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I have given in to demand and have a userpic. I was going to get all the luxuries of a paid account and do photos and ask daft questions, but LJ lost me the certificate that persuaded me into the paid account and I got grumpy, so, no paid account. But I now have a true and accurate portrait of me, done in the pub at Collector by a friend who was drinking pink lemonade. I have another, by another friend (also drinking pink lemonade in the Collector pub) should you ever get bored with my suave and sophisticated looks.

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Slowly I creep back to normal. It's hard, though. I will write thoughtful posts and I will teach more and I will answer all my emails and remember everything I am told: I just need to creep a bit closer to normal than I am now.

My latest setback is my eyes. The optometrist is seeing them on Sunday (Sunday of a long weekend? at least I know I'm not creating a fuss over nothing - I was vaguely suggesting he fit me in late next week - he was concerned that he couldn't see me earlier) because the right eye is just too blurry. This was obviously because the various other ailments were starting to get under control. My headaches are clearing because that zombie tooth is halfway to being turned into a gravestone, for instance.

I had a reason for telling you all this. It's basically so that you understand that if my brain is a bit more absent than it normally is or if I don't post for a day or if I start going all mopey, there are reasons. Probably not even serious reasons. Just me being fed up with my body and my body being fed up with me. Happens to the best of us.

My eye, BTW, is probably why there are so many more typos in my life right now. It's been getting worse. I've been quietly cutting down on my computer time for a while now, in case it was simple stress from too much computer use. I cleaned my glasses every five minutes in Melbourne, to no avail. I tried to proofread sequentially and logically today and found it was not physically possible. I got mad at someone for scolding me (obviously I am morose and delicate and in need of chocolate - I thought all this before I told her my thoughts in return, so a friendship is still intact) and realised it wasn't her, it was my eyes.

It was also flowover emotions from a very intense time this last fortnight. I only reported on about 1/10 of what happened while I was away, because the rest of it was not mine to report on.

Do you have days or weeks when a bit of good news wouldn't go astray? And when things are wrong have you ever wished people would stop assuming things for you and about you and just ask? For instance, I can still read (just not with my glasses on or for superlong periods) and I can still watch TV - I just can't read the credits without squinting. I'm no more blind than usual (and I'm about half blind usually - I wear those glasses for a very good reason) I just can't see everything equally right now. Sunday is when I discover what this means.