The Importance of Being Idle

It's Shortbread! No, You Try It First...

Well, I didn't try making shortbread until just now (it's not yet in the oven), but I have to say that somehow it doesn't seem quite right. The recipe was all of three sentences long, so it's entirely possible that there's something I don't know about there, something that a more experienced baker would already know about without being told. Ah well, the proof is in the pudding, as they say.
Today's not been a good day; I've spent the morning being depressed/worried about my test results again. Goodness knows why I'm worrying, that won't change anything, but I suppose it's only natural when you're at such a potential crossroads. Ronnie used her old psychic ability to sense when I was sad, and sent me a funny text message, which cheered me up and which in turn made Archie come and snuggle up on the bed with me, being all purry and affectionate. He probably only wanted to play, but that doesn't change the fact that it was good timing and it felt like he wanted me to be happy. In fact he's sitting on the windowsill just next to me as I type, watching intently. After that I watched Rocky II, and about three-ish finally started having a proper day.
Okay, time to go put that potential shortbread/goo in the oven! Wonder what it'll come out like?
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Actually the shortbread came out pretty well. I think it would've benefited from being cut into shapes before baking, but it's still pretty tasty. So I'm quite pleased with that.
I'm less pleased with everything else though. Ronnie seems so tired and disheartened, and there seems to be very little I can do to make it better, apart from getting better myself, which is somewhat out of my control.
That said, a rational analysis of my well-being actually seems to be being pretty well, so maybe (hopefully!) a return to work is on the cards in the next few weeks. I am tired a lot of the time, but that might just be due to a general lack of activity over the past six months (yeah, it's really been that long - the end of the summer, the whole of autumn are just missing from my memory, I've really got very little idea of what, if anything, happened in those periods, but at least I remember Christmas and New Years!), and I do worry about what's wrong with me, but those are minor issues I think. Well, the what's wrong with me part isn't exactly minor, but the worrying about it is. Overall however, I think I'm feeling a lot more like me again; I can think and talk (although I still forget words occasionally), I'm dizzy and unstable much less of the time... and of course I have my meds and a walking stick, so I can at least cope with it! Maybe we're getting somewhere. I'll admit she's not the only one it'd do some good; I'm going crazy being stuck at home, being useless, being a burden and I think that might be a good sign...

posted by BadMonkey @ 12:09 AM