weirdly, I had also ascribed the non-blogging to "just life" with a side order of "my horrible job", it was a bit of an epiphany to realise that failure to blog was, in fact, one of the first long COVID symptoms. I should have known, something has to be badly wrong for my words to dry up, I am fundamentally a linguistic creature.

Also, apparently, fundamentally designed to exist symbiotically with a feline. I think at this point the next kitty is inevitable, by basic crazy cat lady mathematics. This house is now weird and cold and lonely.