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Sitting in the dark with just the glow of the computer screen and distant candle light. The toads are singing in the water garden outside my window. The new Tori Amos album, "Abnormally Attracted to Sin" is playing. Jon is over in the other part of the house trying to get the new website design up and running. Carri is doing her work from home tonight, because it got to be eight o’clock and her wife was at home, probably wondering where the heck she was, but Jon and Carri are determined to get the new web design up tonight. They seem to have run into technical problems that I don’t really understand.

We fed Trinity earlier, but had delayed dinner for us because I was writing and Jon was doing his tech stuff. I’m not sure we would have figured out what time it was if his mother hadn’t called to ask a computer question. She asked what we’d had for dinner and he said, "We haven’t had dinner yet."

"It’s eight o’clock"  she’d said.

We all went, crap. Techies are as bad as artists for the whole absent-minded professor thing, or would that be the absent-minded artist thing? Combine us all together and sometimes we forget mundane things like dinner. We get lost in the programming, or in the imaginary worlds. Though tonight I was writing a new bio for myself for the website, which wasn’t imaginary, but very time consuming. Hopefully you’ll get to see it tonight.

I saw the chiropractor today for my leg. He was actually hopeful about my ankle, because I’d walked and stood on it for two days, almost all day. He’s wrapped the ankle in a new method that was originated in Japan, actually. It gives more support with much fewer lines of wrapping. I’m still using a cane to help me take the weight off of the ankle, but it’s been doing better since he did acupuncture and wrapped it. In fact, it felt so much better that I walked a little too fast and it began to hurt more again. Me, overdoing it? Naw. Just almost always. I used to try and change myself, but this last year I’ve changed tactics. I’m embracing myself, all of myself, even the parts that aren’t my favorites. All the parts make up who I am, and I like who I am, so why be squeamish? It’s been an interesting journey to find myself.

I wanted to be the kind of person who would never get so wrapped up in work that she’d forget to eat dinner, but that was a year ago and I’m okay with it now. I am both the laser guided concentration and the forgetful, easily distracted artist. Two sides of the same coin; can anyone say, ADHD?

Honestly, I didn’t test very high for that. Though I’m usually moving. Either my hands, my mouth, dancing in my chair, petting something. Where do you draw the line? Maybe I only fidget in a more socially acceptable way because I was in a school system that beat my ass if I talked in class, or disrupted the class too much. So, I learned smaller ways to move, but the movement is almost constant or it’s not at all. I’m either moving, or almost utterly still. Usually still and staring at a computer screen, a piece of paper, or out a window. I’m going to go over to the other side of the house and see how Jon is fairing with the website. I need to pet someone, um, something.