For the past week, I have been going between utter misery and spurts of energy. The way that the sinusitis drifted away, brought me into an odd state in the flat. The moment I got better, I automatically became Sherlock's go-to. Each day as he got better, the more the requests grew. It's nice to just have days where all that he requires is (what I think is best) tea, food, and sleep. Watching him, trying to get to the computer while practically bed-ridden and still managing to hack into my own was interesting.
Now with both of us back on our feet, we have actually managed to get back to the same routine, if not even more bored than before. Being sick actually was such an event that normalcy does not even make up for. Being well though relatively underemployed is curious. I should be feeling more energetic once better, but I really feel as though I have no idea what I am doing.
Ended up going to the movies today to stave off the boredom. Sherlock came as well, and managed to critique the film all the way though. Sometimes I mind someone talking though out one, but there was something off about the movie that it helped to hear another opinion.
Now... well, how can I put it? I am just simply existing, hoping that a case may come through, or that the predictability of the season will turn up something new. I loathe to deal with my family at the moment, as the usual fights will just turn up. So again, I am brought to this stasis of busy work till something comes up again.
Even I, at this point, would appreciate a decent serial killer. (Wow, Sherlock is really rubbing onto me.)
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