By that I mean that I’ve seen the psychiatrist. And just like when you get to the dental appointment the tooth stops hurting, I was feeling okay today. By okay I mean that I’ve switched from feeling slug-like to feeling anxious and jittery. I function more like a normal person when I’m anxious and jittery. I suppose that passes for normal these days. Besides, me hyped up looks to the world the way a hyped up turtle looks to a hare. I’m not suddenly a whirlwind of activity, because low-energy and laziness are deeply engrained in my personality. But I have IDEAS. I want to phone several people to make weekend play dates, create memory albums for all the grandparents, knit a scarf, take up needlepoint and read The Secret Message of Jesus while completing two editing projects. I also want to buy the girls’ school supplies, organize their fall wardrobes, and learn sewing. Yes, sewing. I’ve been looking longingly at sewing machines. Understand, now, that I have never liked sewing or had any desire to do it. Also rug hooking—that looks interesting.
The psych has put me on a mood stabilizer. Meanwhile, I guess I need to steer clear of craft stores.