As I emerge erratically from the near-clinical depression of this 'just a virus' (my doctor has her God moments too) I begin to think maybe I should buy a digital TV that would give me something to watch if it ever happens again. A sojourn in the Pit doesn't permit reading with any pleasure-- indeed, I have two books on hold so that I don't ruin them for myself. But my experience of cable TV is that there's never anything on that doesn't depress me even more. (I could probably watch NHK2 all day, if NHK2 were come-at-able.) However the Guardian's article on the 30 greatest forgotten games suggests that maybe I should take up gaming instead. Just engrossing enough and just mechanical enough to keep the brain occupied until the body's chemical balance restores the ground under one's feet.
(FTR just-a-virus has decided to morph into a sore throat/ cough/ cold thingy. Still debilitating, but not as psychologically rough. Have rediscovered lying in bed with the walkman-- yes, how last century-- which I used to do quite a lot of, last century.)
