I’m still alive Dear Reader. Like a victim with a hypthermia, I’ve been marshaling all my mental energy dealing with a serious Real Life problem. It’s not how I pictured my transition, but there’s not much I can do about it right now. In a few months, there might be a bit of breathing room to accommodate other activities like blogging. A friend is coming to for some face time and powwows on how to wedge a tad more social interaction into the mix. This has always been the bane of my disorder; I critically need to engage with people, but it’s the first thing that falls by the wayside. Damnit.
My inner trio (Jada, Jodi and Quiet One) have decided to institute Plan B to get me going as well: Christmas. Yes, I’ve broken down and not waited for November 11th, Trinalin. Sorry. The holiday is playing on my iPhone. I’m seriously contemplating breaking out the Christmas blog banners. An elf has to do what an elf has to do. (Halloween has always been so unnecessary).
Also, my blog comments have decided to take a walkabout in my absence. I have no idea what’s going on now, but I’ll fix the problem this weekend.