Teacher strike is over! I think they won...hopefully. The boys and I were are back to our usual routine until school ends, whenever that might be.

Oh the dreams I've dreamed! Railroads and trains, riding horseback on the plains, cities of spiral towers.

Done tapering off my old medication. I think I like this new stuff. I've heard some anecdotes about medications losing their efficacy when a person goes off them and then tries to go back on later. Like some magical mental antibody kicks in.

Arizona school teachers are ending their strike. Just in time for Pizza Friday! I've missed seeing the twins every morning. A preview of things to come, or a reminder of things that were.

Things I should do: Get new contact lenses. Get my cracked windshield replaced. Tune up my car's AC for the coming summer hellscape. Organize my closet. Mix up some more cement. Dig a few more holes.

Look up once in a while.

Ah, Depression, old friend. I can feel you creeping around back there. I have not forgotten.

This would be an opportune time to strike. And you could, I suppose. Being aware of something is not the same as being able to avoid it. That's why I've been preparing. Habits, ingrained over months and years, that interrupt the downward spiral. Inertia enough to coast through the morass, and skirt the mire.

I dreamed again, of towers and ramps and traveling on horseback.

Day Seven of trying out a new brain medication. Dreams are more vivid, which I love. I think I'm less drowsy. Even a bit more outgoing. More inclined to say "Yes" to invitations. Keeping in mind that I'm tapering off the previous brain medication and I'm probably not feeling the full effects of either. Which is also okay. If I can scale down from half-mad to quarter-mad, I'd be happy. Wouldn't want to get bored of myself. I'd still enjoy getting obsessed once in a while. I thought concrete was going to be my next thing. It still could be. We'll see.

Maybe welding?

Okay Self, here's the deal: build a workbench first. Then go from there.

Deal.