This morning, not for the first time, I had a brief flash of "I wish I could tell
tam_nonlinear about that," and was a bit sad. Then it occurred to me that even if I'd ever found out whether she accepted my last apology, she would 100% have Taken Sides post-divorce. And like literally every other person who explicitly took sides, the side she took would not have been mine. So that was cheery. But to the left, Abby was nothing if not consistent.
Why, what could she have done, being what she is? / Was there another Troy for her to burn?(Yeats was an absolute tool and there's a lot about the sentiment of
that poem that unintentionally says more about the poet than the subject. He did have a way with words, though.)
I've been trying to engage with Mr Tuppert more, in the hope that keeping him more stimulated will go some way towards diffusing his biteyness. It's working, maybe. I've successfully redirected him from "attacking my hand" to "attacking his catnip fishy" a couple of times now. Yesterday I replaced the batteries in the laser pointer, and it has once more become a highly effective distraction and cat-exhauster. My mother brought him a rather nice jumpy felt spider on a stick but he's mostly been uninterested, alas.
As part of the ADHD screening process I completed a half-dozen mental health questionnaires a couple of weeks ago. Based on interpreting what they're looking for from the questions asked and how I answered them, I exhibit some symptoms of ADHD pretty strongly. I also exhibit quite a few symptoms of depression at varying levels. This is I guess not really a surprise? Turns out that on some fundamental level I didn't really believe my depression diagnosis from when I was eighteen. Or I thought I was handling it better, or something. But: it's there, it's not going anywhere, I'm gonna have to do something about that too. Bah. Will see what the doctor says when I talk to her in a month and a half.
My parents also sent along all my childhood medical records. I bet there's some interesting stuff in there but I do not currently have it in me to decipher handwriting. Maybe next week.
On the classes front: everything is I believe sorted out regarding next term registration. My mapping instructor has softened his "no and fuck you for asking" stance enough to move ten percent of the overall grade from the missed midterm to the final, which is decent of him: I'm now only losing fifteen percent overall. And I am currently Caught Up on everything except Computing, which is what today's for.
I'm honestly starting to get a little worried about next term. It's only four courses but they're all upper-level. Much of what's being covered thus far is either review, or fundamental concepts that make perfect sense. Curious -- and nervous -- how I'll do when it's actually new and difficult material.
Tomorrow evening I fly out to Tampa, for several days with Steph. She's got a work conference, so I shall hole up in the hotel room during the day to do classwork, and spend time with her in the evenings. Should be alright. I'll miss my kitten, though.
I'd hoped Erin would come down in late September or early October, but for a variety of reasons that didn't happen, and I've thus far been unable to plan a trip up north for Yanksgiving-tide as well. Hoping for Solstice; school will be done, so it'll be a bit of an easier lift, maybe.
Right. Back on my head.