It is really astounding how long it took me to write this post. For some reason I feel anxious about posting, which is a first for me. Stupid neuroses.
Anyway, I took that photo at the end of March. The crocuses and snow drops are still blooming in other people's gardens and my mother saw a left-over patch of snow today. Which is crazy - we're about two months late with everything and nature is going nuts. My body goes nuts along with it.
In other news: I have a mini-job. It consists of overseeing a gallery exhibition on Sundays and yesterday afternoon was my first day of work. I learned Spanish instead of paying attention to the guests and hopefully nobody stole anything. It was also at least 25°C inside because the people working in the museum apparently didn't expect warmth and thus locked the windows and left the heating on. I can't really fault them. I got unexpectedly wet last week while doing the groceries. My brain sort of forgot that water falling from the sky can make you wet.
Fandomwise, I've played a lot of video games and not much else. And I've continued reading Hobbit fanfic, even the slightly crappy one's. I miss being totally crazy about a fandom. It used to help fighting depressing thoughts - the euphoria and love could help during the bad patches.
... anybody know where I could learn Khuzdul? That might be sufficiently geeky and obsessive.