Many months ago I started using a lovely web app called Habitualist to prod myself out of my routines (which tend to be reclusive) and into trying new things and meeting new people. It's too early to tell if it's working, but I'm glad for the reminder that at one point I decided to work on (and talk about!) my own research and development at least a little bit every week:

I've failed to do that, and more. The last few months have been a tumultuous time. Hospital bills started rolling in, I started getting drained both by cycling everywhere and reluctantly shopping for an affordable fossil-fueled alternative. Between August and September, as the days grew shorter, I careened from not quite enough playing around to not nearly enough breadearning.

Depression focuses you on the wrong things: why yesterday went wrong, how I'm working all wrong today, all that's going wrong with where I'd wanted to be tomorrow.

If I could focus on anything at all. Stupid ADD, stupid me. You keep sleeping in. And then you stop caring.

You know what's exciting? Every new day.

Don't stop caring, about the right things.