Spring Fever. 02/06/03
Today I am not interested in the things which have fascinated me in the recent past. I go online, check out message boards and journals, look for interesting things to read... but nothing there catches my attention, really. Am I outgrowing the message-board thing? Is reading about other people's lives getting old?
Another recent way of passing time has been to hibernate. Putting on my furry robe, finding the softest, warmest spot in the house, burrowing down in it, reading my book and drinking something warm. Bailey cat will often come and sit on my lap. Evenings and weekends, my Love is with me and we hibernate together. But for about a week now, every time I settle in to "the cuddlepit", I'm up and moving around again in 5-10 minutes.
Perhaps I need to resurrect my more ACTIVE hobbies. Although, it is hard lately to concentrate on doing exercises, dancing, gardening. I forget that I'm doing leg lifts around the living room and somehow end up in the kitchen staring into the refrigerator. I close it again, because nothing there catches my eye, and wander on...
Maybe this short-attention-span thing, and the boredom with previously absorbing activities, is a spring fever of sorts. (It is my opinion that it has been Spring in these parts since mid-January.) At times I can almost SENSE change in the air. I have had this feeling before, it's not a sense of foreboding, or anticipation, but just picking up on something.
I am like Goober the box tortoise, who starts walking around much more than usual, moving from one room of the house to another, whenever a rainstorm is approaching. Do I need to facilitate this coming change myself? Or is it going to drop upon me out of the sky? Am I being silly or paranoid in even pretending this "feeling" is not just wishful thinking, but an actual intuition-type perception?
