I've been playing a video game instead of thinking. Anyone who knows me knows how ludicrous that sounds. I don't play games. My husband, a game programmer, plays games. My daughters play games. Not me. I've remained, until recently, the only non-gamer in the house. Games, I said, held no interest for me (except as learning tools for my kids.)

I've felt too tire to think and express myself, so sadly I've missed the sense of relaxation and invigoration which  thinking and expressing myself gives. On the other hand, I've realized the meditative value of video games, at least simple ones like Faunasphere, the one I've been playing.

I play it with my daughters. That makes me feel less slothly. We cooperate within the game to achieve one another's goals and I see that they learn about the concepts of genetic inheritance, time management, map reading, problem solving, etc.

Wait a minute. I guess that means I have been thinking.

But, back to thinking and expressing in my typical way. When I don't journal or participate in interesting conversations, I feel stuck in life and fall into depression. I have a need to progress, a.k.a. develop personally, grow and change, gain enlightenment.

During my childhood, my family moved at least once a year, sometimes more often. Even while in the same house, my mother would frequently move the furniture around. I don't feel comfortable with static, not even in my head. I move my furniture around. My sister does, too.

I've also been drinking coffee. I don't drink coffee. I didn't like the taste. Perhaps for lack of  sufficient change in my life, my tastes are changing.

Well, gotta go. I've got tasks to accomplish in Faunasphere.