Sing cuccu nu*

The early summer weather has slowed down my thinking to the minimum required to retain cogniscence, with the patina of fretful worry that seems to be my automatic habit as the year comes to an end.

The señor and I are enjoying days of wine and roses (literally, no less; the bloom pictured comes from his garden) and are at the same time facing up to the need to build less sedentary activities into our time together. What use is our erudition and sparkling wit if it one day emanates from beneath immobilising fleshy layers?

Should you ask, whither the layers, I will give you just one example: Marscapone is a delicious accompaniment to fruit salad. It is made of cream and butter whipped together.

Other seasonal activities include doing article edits, while interpreting third-hand editorial feedback with all the accuracy of a tarot reader, and feeling rather low. My current thinking about the depressive’s lot is that, while stress and stressful events can easily cause a depressive slide, sometimes the slide seems to come on without any prompt or push.

Life, therefore, is good, and yet I have been feeling rather bad. At present my best management strategy is to find an activity I would do with ease in a state of normal functioning and drag myself through it. It is working okay as a means of shaking off, in fits, negative thoughts, and keeps my household running too.

*hat tip to satsuma salad!

Tagged as: exercise, food, summer