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[hawkwing_lb]

Swimming weather. I have become a nervous swimmer since my not-drowning experience, but the weather was perfect - 20 degrees and clear skies, the water practically balmy - and I managed to make a few metres several times over.

It's odd. I'm as competent a swimmer as I ever was - which means, for all practical purposes, perfectly able to keep myself from drowning in the waters I go swimming in - but lately if I'm in water over my depth and murky, I'm hard-put not to go all flaily and scared.

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I'm so distractible lately. I swear. I can't sit down at the laptop and write, because I just play with the internets. I can't even turn the internets off and write at the kitchen/my bedroom table here at home, because there are just so many other things making a play for my attention and I can't get into the right headspace.

I still haven't unpacked my case from Crete. And there are a hundred and one other small things that need to be done and I'm not in the right headspace to do them, either.

So far, I'm at my best when I'm out of the house. College library seems to work. So does a café. Otherwise not so much.

I suppose I should pick one of the hundred-and-one things and do it, and thereby make a start at getting back into the right headspace. But, meh. I am avoidant.

So. Who has all the motivation, then?

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[txanne.livejournal.com]

Mine's off partying with yours. The ungrateful bastards.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Aren't they just? Everything we do for them.

Like cats, they are. Ungrateful cats.

[txanne.livejournal.com]

Yes. But my cat is a sweetie-pie. She's currently curled up two inches from me. The first day we were here, she curled up next to me and grabbed my ankle with her front paws. Just to be sure I wasn't running off again, I think.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Aw.