This weekend I drove to Torquay. Not far, if you shut one eye and squint with the other. But far enough. Made worse because I remembered that Queens Road would be closed... Or bedlam, so I had to cut back. This meant that I drove about an hour, without actually making headway because I couldn't remember the way (not sure if that is before or after brain surgery!)
So I made it down to Torquay about two hours in, which isn't too bad considering that its the other side of Geelong on the coast. My sister, who I haven't seen for a month, was pleasantly surprised when I kept up with conversation and cracked the odd joke. She said that I was more like me; even though she had cried over some of who I was earlier in the piece.
My inability to be a human (I still think it, though it is getting better) was the major factor that she saw.
I am a human. I am alive. That's all I've got/