Unsolicited Advice

We got a few life updates from the SOJD the other day. Nothing earth-shattering, just some stuff. The more interesting part is that before he told us stuff, he felt the need to tell us that someone else had told him to tell us more stuff.  That made a lot of things make more sense. I've gotten the feeling for a while that he was... "practicing" that, for lack of a better phrase. He's good at displaying how he feels at any particular moment, mostly, but not all that forthcoming with details about his life. When he does let a few out, I get such an impression of intentionality that I've wondered if there was a therapist somewhere, giving him homework. No, apparently; just someone important to him, whose opinion he puts a lot of stock in. About this time a year ago, I asked him how he was. He said fine, then paused, and, eyes on his phone, casually mumbled, "looking for a new job." I was surprised that he would tell me anything of the sort. I actually tease

I recently had to explain to a couple of people that if I try to work more than about half time, I lose the ability to take care of myself. But what does that really look like? Well, for starters, my living area descends into unbridled chaos. I do most things from a nest of blankets on the bed. My room isn't big enough for a full ergonomic computer desk setup, and I wouldn't use it if I had one. Sitting in a chair like a grown up gets really painful. On the bed, I can stretch out or lay down or type all spidered up with my knees by my ears if I need to. I tend to force myself to work until I can't anymore, at which point everything I've been working on gets shoved onto the TV/rat desk or the nearby floor. Picking it up is not a high priority. Dirty clothes pile up on the floor. I don't put on real clothes unless I'm leaving the house, and I change right back into pajamas as soon as I get home. My day clothes stay where they fall. Again, picking them up is so far