Difficult times during the holidays: periods of friction with the Beloved Other, ghastly weather, and yet another change to the monstrous regiment of pharmaceuticals, all of which left me fatigued, frazzled, and scatterbrained. In short, I got no work done; for which I cry you mercy.
I did get one or two ideas for essais, which I intend to work on as the electrochemical state of my brain permits. One of these – strange to say, but perhaps not so strange for me – came when I was leafing through ancient back numbers of ROM, a short-lived computer magazine from 1977–78. Stay tuned for an explanation of that, if you dare.
Now there’s a cliff-hanger!
I think you mean regimen, but regiment works if you see the pills as wave after wave of rounds and ovoids.
It would be nice to put my brain in a vat for writing, while my body spend the day being repaired somewhere.
No, I mean ‘monstrous regiment’ in the sense of John Knox’s ‘monstruous regiment of women’. He meant (stupidly and falsely) that for countries to be ruled by women was wrong and unnatural; whereas I mean (ruefully and probably truly) that my medications have a tendency to rule me in ways that are, maybe not wrong as such, but thoroughly unhelpful, and definitely not in the way of nature.
So that’s where the title of Terry Pratchett’s novel came from. I didn’t know. A much better title than I thought, then.