There's no end to the itches that need scratching. I go through up and down phases, and this is one of the down, I suppose. I've been lugubriously nostalgaic lately, missing my friends and family back East. Experience indicates the oncoming holidays, again alone - will be cause for even more maudlin emoting. I'm not looking forward to it. But still, for every valley a peak.
I've been bitchy lately, and gossipy. I gave it some careful thought - couldn't sleep last night, so I had the time on my hands. I regret not only saying anything negative about a friend or acquaintance, but really even being troubled by it. My friends have forgiven so many of my own ridiculous faults and foibles, the least I can do is return the courtesy. And I will. I'm still digging down to find out why, exactly, I've been so irritable lately. (Lack of sex might have something to do with it.) But in the mean time, I can, at the least, treat the symptoms. I'm resolved to not open my mouth to say anything critical or unkind about others. I mean, naturally if I have to give a performance review at work something - or if we're just kidding around - but for the most part, no more gossip, no more bitching. Until I know the cause, I can just minimize the cost.
I'm also not sure why my back always needs scratching. In the absence of somebody with nice, long, nails though; all I can do is get a backscratcher. As it turns out, my neighbor cheerfully gave me his - a complicated bamboo affair he brought back from somewhere in Asia, apparently. Now, when that itch pops up, I can just scratch it. The difference this makes is enourmous. I'm not sure why I get so itchy in the first place, but at least I can finally scratch the itch.