A while ago, I realised how much impact the meds I’m taking have on me. Without them, I’m on an emotional rollercoaster ride. With them, I’m kind of indifferent to everything. I function, but no more. No creative energy, no motivation to do anything. As Mr. K. put it yesterday: I’m a walking sleeping pill. I’m there but you hardly notice me.
I hate this because I have no real choice. Take pills = feeling awful. No pills = feeling awful.
At least, I did a little experimentation with black & white.
First picture: The scarf I usually pair with white clothes.
Second picture: My new fleur-de-lis scarf.
If I had a little more energy, I’d like to try knitting a similar top. Shouldn’t be too hard, even without having a pattern.
New picture on my office wall: Look at what Emma of Little Gothic Horrors sent me! So far, my co-workers haven’t asked about the meaning of “Betelgeuse”. I’m curious how long it’ll take them to ask.😉