I am going through one of my reading phases right now, one which is characterised by a short attention span and a need for getting things over with quickly, which translates into only wanting to read short books and short stories. I have also become bumbling and graceless in my movements, always moving too fast and bumping into things and people, dropping and breaking stuff and I am generally in a hurry without quite knowing why.
At work, my fingers fly over the keyboard but I can’t concentrate for longer than 20 minutes at a time, so the productivity is the same as when I plod along all day. I suppose I could say my sap is rising with the lengthening of the days and it's making me restless, but the fact is that I feel more like I am plunging into one of my depressions. This means I have a psychological wrestling match ahead of me. It hasn’t ever got bad enough that I have needed medication, but there is a very specific set of things I need to do to pull myself out from under the cloud. This may mean a break in the blogging, but we shall have to see if that happens or if I manage to keep up the routine of at least one post per day.