vermeil

I'm going to shed this persona now.  It's been a long time since I truly was the 'vermeil' that started this page.  Whatever artistic urge I had in me is completely dried out and extinct by now. Some of you here have been friendly to 'vermeil', and a few of you know my real name and have my address.  Please accept my *thanks* for your friendship, my *apologies* for turning my back on you, and my *farewell*.  The real me will go on, but vermeil is really gone -- please respect that. I wish all of you the very best.

We have stayed, all five of us, in Rugby (Warwickshire) the last week and a half.  We swapped houses with a family that lives here, so it was affordable even on our limited budget. It's been good, actually--better than expected.  My depressive side is still under control, and I've mostly been able to function quasi-neurotypically. I hope I will be able to do some arting when I get back home.

Six ECT sessions have temporarily made me come slightly unstuck from reality.  The nice part is that life is larger than usual; I am meeting legendary beings while going to the recycling centre, and the soundtrack in my head has never been this intricate. The less nice part is that some things are *very* flat.  Water is lighter and somehow flatter than usual, and my keyboard is more plastic-like than normal.