Yesterday, I left open the possibility that I am veering toward a fresh bout of autistic burnout, as the weight of the weeks piles up and I keep grading my state of mind at the end of the day on something of a willfully ignorant curve. Today seems to be hinting that this might not be the best strategy, even if it remains entirely unclear to me what other strategies exist. This morning I set down my toothbrush and promptly knocked over three things on the sink. They did not fall to the floor. ...
