Days, weeks, months...

How easy is it to get out of the habit of doing something?

You think you're busy for maybe a few weeks - a month or two tops - and when you look back, the seasons have changed over.

There are things to report, but how do you summarize severals months? Well, you can't. My time has been mostly filled with mundane crap, a mess of temping (nothing like it to convince you that you really don't belong in an office -- especially one dedicated to all things "alternative health").

The writing is going well. I've felt a strange cosmic shift in things lately. I'm not exactly where its origins were birthed, or even if it's real -- it's entirely possible that I've spelled myself into some fascinating delusion in which the life I've striven for actually seems possible.

Even if the gods aren't meddling in my affairs with a more forgiving touch, I'll opt for the self-fulfilling prophecy bit.

That sounds like an excellent idea.