It's difficult to explain how thick and slow my brain feels these days. Very thick and slow indeed. Impenetrable by metaphors. While reading I have to re-read too many lines, and writing anything takes forever. I keep losing focus, or maybe it just doesn't form to begin with. I don't feel like doing much of anything, except at night when I enjoy sitting in the back yard listening to the crickets. I don't know what I'll do when the cold weather comes and they fall silent. I'll probably fall silent along with them. That's been coming on for a long time.
These two paragraphs took almost two hours. There's no explanation, but that's a demonstration.