"But that was all done away with centuries ago. No one demolishes planets anymore."

[thanate]

Week 2 of ADD meds, and I have a mild head cold (we're still isolating, how does this happen??) but grauwulf has commented that I seem way more like my pre-kid self and where can he get some? The vast chasm is still there to dig myself out of, but I'm doing stuff. I don't *feel* different, tho. It's just that I need a little less time sitting on the couch staring at stuff, and when I get sucked into hyperfocusing on the wrong thing it's possible to get back out again, instead of continuing to do whatever it is while also fretting about not doing what I really need to be doing instead.

Anyway, regrets are useless, but an eyeroll and a kick in the shins to past me who tried one med once in college, didn't *feel* any different, and gave up on the idea. There is perhaps an alternate world in which I began publishing a decade earlier, but here we are.

Elsenet people are apparently talking about the six-month wall; now is the time for collectively lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling as we find ourselves cringing at memories of interaction from pre-mask days and wondering whether it will ever be safe for our children to go to school again. The promise of this particular undertow spitting us back out on the other side is definitely appealing.

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[sartorias]

Huzzah for getting out of the undertow!