Its been a laid-back month, with no new difficult cases. I'm in auto-pilot mode, or my version thereof.
Jeez. Smacks of a "Flight of Ideas" or some such DSM thingy. Strangely, the complete reverse happens when I have a problem before me, as with crossword puzzles, a Windows crash, light fixture reassembly, cancers of apparently unknown primary, or impending C-P arrest. Then, the house could be on fire but I'd have to be carried out to notice it. Needless to say, this is a trait that The Spouse would rather live without.
Oh, well. Either I need a shrink stat or, perhaps, a prolonged vacation. Or maybe this is just simply the game I've played my life into. Whatever.