Plodding along

The problem with blogging is you have to remember to not forget to update the blog. I'm guessing I'm kinda crap at that. My life flows along, sometimes via a tempest, other times a calm breeze, other time at a dead stand still. Such is the existence of being.
The last few weeks have been crap as the fog in my head continues to invade most areas of my life. Forgetting, mistaken, confused these are all states of being that I seem to frequent despite not wanting too. I'll sit down, blink it seems, and hours have passed, the list of things to do still in my hand forgotten. Or I'll awaken so motivated, burst out of bed, get distracted and pain will arrive like the visitor you never want. All good intentions railroaded for the time being.
And then there are the mind visitors. Depression, loneliness, anxiety, worthlessness all arrive, sometimes together, sometimes in sequence. I am reading "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert and the way she describes the low period in her life clicked so much with how I am feeling. I want to call her and say thank you for giving me a voice with your words. I can finally describe what I am feeling. For weeks I've felt gagged, constrained by the ties of emotion. I feel so emoted.
We got a rescue puppy to keep me company, to help me focus on the outside of my life. He is warm, fuzzy, headstrong and Higgjns. My hands and forearms are covered with scratches and bites as he progresses into the chewing faze. He has a plethora of chew toys to choose from but he seems to like me best. It is so nice to have someone else for everyone, myself included, to focus on.