Week 4

The number of infections continues to rise, but no real "new" information. There are only a handful of countries that remain infection free. Some countries are beginning to enforce travel bans. Nobody in, nobody out. Our own government is hinting that its probably going to happen here. Not that it will impact me. I barely go to the store... I'm not hopping on a plane any time soon. 

I suppose it might be a good time to lend a little insight into who I am. I've mentioned a little about myself, but knowing a bit about me might the reader understand my thought process. To start off, it isn't immodest of me to say that I posses an above average intelligence. I've mentioned that I am a writer. That is somewhat of an understatement. I am a published author, who uses 3 pseudonyms and 3 very distinct writing styles. Well, 4 if you count this series of entries. I do that without any form of physical organizational system. No notes, no files, etc. I do it all from memory. There is no record of my connection to any of those 3 names, outside of my publisher, and they have to know who to send the check to. When I die, those secret identities die with me. I say this only to underline what type of person I am. I excel at thinking many moves ahead. Which is funny, seeing as how I suck at chess. I never had the attention span for it, I guess. 
OK, so I might be just a wee bit arrogant.... 

And yes, I am "mentally ill". I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, which I've already touched on. I am also bi-polar. That can be a bit of a challenge when it comes to keeping up with my writing. It's hard to write a happy ended when you are incapable of being happy. Luckily, I've got a good doctor and we've got me on a good medicinal regimen. So the highs aren't destructively high, and the lows aren't soul crushingly low. Actually, the bi-polar really is a double edged sword. Yes, the depressive end of the cycle makes it hard to keep up sometimes, but the manic phases… oh man do I get shit done when those hit.
Beyond that, I am a tech enthusiast. I have been for as long as I can remember. We got our first computer when I was in kindergarten. That started a life long love affair with bits and bytes. Since my breakdown, computers are my main source of contact with the outside world. You’d think being a hermit would be lonely. Not in this day and age. I’ve got more friends now than ever before. And that isn’t counting any interfacing I do with my readers. 

Speaking of on-line contacts, one of mine has gone silent. And that worries me. We typically exchange some form of communication at least once a day but I haven’t heard from him since last Wednesday. And he isn’t responding to messages. He’s in a major metro, so…

Oh well,I guess we’ll see what the next week or so brings.