I was having a little think to myself - Is writing about pasta salad boring ? I kind of decided it is, especially a post without photos - boring with knobs on. Why is it that I can't read cookbooks without photos, yet there's never any need for a photo in a work of fiction is there ? The story hooks you in, and keeps you there.
At the moment, I'm not feeling much like cooking, not good on a food blog is it ? lol. I've been having some major stresses, and the way it has manifested itself in me this time is that I'm having connection problems. Does that sound wierd ? I suppose it must be like a detatchment thing where it's really difficult to engage with things you normally do. You / I just can't face them. I've just read that back, and I've read stuff like that before and thought 'That's a load of rubbish!', but it's true. So there you go.
So, here is a list of the things I need to do, and the only way to describe how I feel is like a cross between being behind a plate-glass window looking out, or being covered in cling film, unable to escape through it. Weird uh ? It's certainly an odd feeling.
Ok, here's the list.
1) Phone my mom. Just to say 'Hi', nothing major, but she'll say 'How are you ?' and the answer's too long.
2) Visit my neighbour - She puts me down a lot - it's her way of being 'funny' - but at the moment it's not.
3) See my friend who has far greater troubles than mine, but I'm not in the mood for being sympathetic, or in the mood for making the effort.
So, at the moment, I'm coming home every night - ironing, doing the odd blog thing, not reading my cook books, doing the odd run, not cooking, not doing yoga.
It's CC's birthday on Saturday so I need to snap out of this, but it doesn't feel 'snap-out-able' at the moment, but don't get me wrong it's not that bad...
Just a little grey rain cloud hanging over my head.