This has been one of those days where it feels like someone has turned up the earth’s gravity to eleven. I didn’t leave bed until 10:30am, only then to return at 2:00pm. It wasn’t due to fatigue, but a sort of cerebral malaise (to quote Cradle Will Rock); less that I needed to be asleep than that there were no reasons to remain awake. Now it’s evening and I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’m not entirely sure why I can’t just go right back to bed.

Author: Bix

The unsupported use case of a mediocre, autistic midlife in St. Johns, Oregon —now with added global pandemic.