On being Martinski

Over the past few days I’ve had what they call a hypomanic episode. As always it just creeps up on me when I think I’m having a good time. Once I realise my ‘high’ is getting out of control, I have to damp it down. Do fewer things. Do them slowly. The danger otherwise is a mood crash where my mood ends up in my boots. If that happens there is no quick way back. All this I fully believe is to do with brain chemistry. This time my mood has come down but is not rock bottom.
     In other news I have an new bird feeder, but I still have a dirty window. Business is slow, but that’s something else which became too manic.