I'm not dead. (As of this writing, anyway.) in The Big, Blue House, year one.

And I have no explanation for my disappearance. I just get too wrapped up in one thing to do others, and everything takes me ages longer than it does “normal” people, and that’s that.

I’ve been working on improving my bedroom to make it a more comfortable space to paint in, and playing GW2 with Don, and spending an hour or so a day on Reddit in the various autism and Asperger’s subreddits. It’s nice having a community that ‘gets’ me.

I’ve also discovered that I’m gluten intolerant, and cutting it out of my diet has radically improved my arthritis and my brain fog. There were lots of days when I was either in too much pain, or too “out of it” to do whatever it was that I wanted to do.

Then I noticed that I was having flatulence when I hadn’t eaten anything that typically causes it. Long story short I feel a LOT better now. So yay for that.

I’ll try to catch up with the handful of people here who’ve consistently been nice to me.