Argh.
This is me, frustrated by the mental block that my cold seems to be. It’s like, I’m usually overflowing with ideas, but since becoming sick my mind has almost entirely ceased functioning; I’ve been running on autopilot for the past week. It struck me earlier tonight while driving with m’love: we were having one of our deep and substantial conversations — common fare, really, for the two of us — when it dawned on me that not only she was doing the vast majority of the talking, but I was staring off into space — my usual thinking position, mind — except that I wasn’t really thinking. I just… was.
I’m really looking forward to my mind emerging from its snot-embrittled chrysalis, and soon. I miss actively participating in conversations and actually thinking; you know, being a do-er instead of a be-er.