Stress, probably a good guess. I am not even reading anymore. I finished the culture novel I got from S.'s partner. I found others online, downloaded them. My nook has them now. It is all working. I even started reading a new one.
It has been a long time since I have had a new author, a new series, as interesting as these. They are not fantasy, they are actual science fiction.
But I am not reading.
I have been avoiding writing here too. I meant to write this post many weeks ago. Just now, so much effort it is taking.
More trouble answering people's questions too.
I am playing that card game, repeatedly. Colouring, just finished the two below. In the garden outside, listening and looking. Wordless activities. Not so good.
I wish I knew why.