Autism dementia

I worked a twelve hour day and it was easy because it means I can go to my son's induction to his first school later in the year.
The overtime passed breezily as I was lost to my iPod classic. Each song was like a different season and each one conjured up a different take on life, from feeling upset to feeling elated and full of beans.
Music is power never mind knowledge.

I arrived home and ate, then watched a programme about autism which started with a person saying that a common thread of autism is a disinterest in other people. I think that sort of thing is in me but a light version. I also watched this programme and felt guilty for thinking I'm,ughn have it when these diagnosed people have it bad. I think I like people with autism the most as I admire their structure and organisation skills. I think I'd get on with them.
The second programme was about dementia. That was sad. The memory is a brittle thing and easy to get lost in, ala Inception.

I have to get a lot of writing done for the show's recording on Friday afternoon. I guess it'll be fine . I worry for my own sanity in the future if I stick to the plan to be on my own from age 36 forever. There will be no one to catch me when I fall.