So here is a realish post.
This fall has been awful.
I haven't seen a bout of depression or some horrible traumatic event or anything to trigger this sense of awfulness. My course schedule wasn't as full as I was used to, certain people weren't around and certain activities were not taking place. These are things that I've grown to depend on as part of my routine. I am very much a creature of habit and the fact that I have certain elements missing from my life that I've grown to cherish has been hard to get used to. I feel like I've been walking around in a fog. Katie and I had no classes together this quarter and completely different schedules, leaving no possibility for lunch dates or swim sessions. Dan is on co-op. Kerry is in New Hampshire for the year. No more rugby. I ended up with only 12 credits this quarter. I usually take 16 or 17. Chemistry was little much for me. A lot of math and the fact that it was geared to Engineers put me off it. So I withdrew. All of these factors messed with my routine. I don't have the same fervor for schoolwork or knitting or doing other odd projects. The only thing I've been able to do with any regularity this fall is read.
I think I may have a bit of post-traumatic stress from events last spring. But more on that for another time. Don't want to shoot my blogging load all in one go.