Malaise(?)

So I haven't written much of late. I haven't done anything much of late, at least not much that I wasn't obliged to do. As summer winds down, a general condition of disinterest has settled over me. Haven't wanted to blog (to steal a line from Jim Harrison, writing anything these days feels like I'm typing with sixteen ounce gloves), teach (though I didn't have a choice), read, work on the house. Talked with Kristine about going to movies, but didn't. I haven't been trout fishing in a month, and haven't especially missed it. That truly is a shocker. I was supposed to take a quick 2-dayer last weekend, but cancelled it for home repair and health reasons.

I had some disturbing symptoms for much of the summer, and just began seeking help for them. None too serious, as far as anyone can tell, but there are still a few biopsies and blood tests out in the wind. Right now, my problems don't amount to much more than a nuisance, and I hope that's as far as they go. I'll say more once I get a diagnosis.

To what extent these problems may be affecting my mood I can't say. I'm not sure what this mood is. It doesn't feel like a flare of depression. I don't feel much at all. I can sit in front of my computer for hours straight, most of the day in some cases, surfing repeatedly through maybe a dozen sites despite finding little if any entertainment in them. I have passed a few days on the couch alternating between snatches of reading and naps.

I won't go on whining. I felt like writing about this today, and this forum seemed as good as any. (I may not be inclined to blog, but I still feel guilty when I don't.) This too will pass, I suppose. It feels as if I've lost the thread of my personal story, though I expect I'll pick it up somewhere down the line.

Or maybe I'll look for a new one.