I am home by myself
I am having great difficulty getting focused on things enough to get them done. I went to order some library books online, in case my to-read pile was insufficient to get me through World Fantasy Con. I kept looking at my library list and coming up with stupid reasons not to order one thing or another. Evelyn Waugh, for example, sparked Franklin Roosevelt's voice in my head, intoning, "I hate Waugh, Eleanaugh hates Waugh...." That level of reasoning. The "I can't read that book because it is green" level of reasoning. Also known to the external world as the "lack thereof" level of reasoning. If my brain was represented by a person right now, it would be about 22 months old, and its parental unit would have said, "I think someone needs a nap," and it would be running around shouting, "No nap! No nap! NOOOOOO nap!" and its parental unit would be quietly wondering if this was the fabled Terrible Twos coming early or if it was, in fact, going to get worse.
It may be that Jim and Melissa look at their wedding present and think to themselves, Gosh, it looks like this was wrapped by a two-year-old who needed a nap. And if they do, they will be right. Just not, y'know, literal.
This, too, shall pass. Mom and I will go fetch the bop. I will get news from the humans I'm worried about. The region formerly known as my wisdom teeth will heal. I will drink some water and take some deep breaths and vacuum some floors while no one else is around to be disturbed, and I will be kind to myself. Perhaps there will be a hot beverage. Yes. I can see the future, and it contains a hot beverage and a sit-down.
This is a good kind of prescience, I think.