So, what's been wrong with me for so long: apparently I have multiple sclerosis.
It's quite an adjustment, trying to understand that my damn brain is being attacked (by my own screwy self) when hey, all I've wanted is to be able to think clearly. After all, I have adventures to write. I am writing them, dammit.
I am the tortoise. Slow and steady (except when I'm not) and all that shit ... explains why I feel so damn foggy at least.
I know it's not funny, not at all, but even a tentative diagnosis of a lousy thing like MS gives me knowledge of what's happening to me, and that's power.
Dropping the Methotrexate and starting on Avonex next week. Wish me luck.
There are 24 chapters to Book I of Mal and Zach's Most Excellent Adventure(s), aka Rising Wolf.