Insent, Erin.

In lighter news, I totally got the Justified toaster(does it blow up or shoot bourbon?)

Me, too! I recommended it to my neighbor, Tim, a couple of weeks ago. He saw me in the parking lot the other day and told me he'd mainlined season one and was really looking forward to the next season.

Yup, what Steph said. We value you. Do what you can do. Be assured you haven't burned any bridges here, although we have missed you.

In my minor news: eyebrow still twitching upon waking up. Wtf? Internet suggests caffeine usage, stress, lack of sleep as causes. Oh hai, all three. I've been off caffeine but had a cappucino yesterday as a diuretic. Guess that was a bad idea. Internet suggests magnesium, so I guess I'll steal a couple of the SO's supplements and see if that does me any good. Sheesh it's irritating though, and it's going to be embarrasing in lessons today.

I knew her husband would like it...probably I have better luck with the husbands than most wives. What guy doesn't kind of want to be Raylan? Well, okay, not lately. But generally. If your husband wants to be Boyd, you might have a problem/

Erin, honey, you know I know what this is like. And you DO still have balls of steel, because just talking about this, asking for love and help, does in fact require the aforementioned balls.

OMG YES. This.

Sending you love and support, Erin.

I have cleaned most of my desk, but the Swiffer needs to be charged.

I am going to clean the cat box, whilst the Magic Swiffer recharges, and clean the bathroom (which I can do with a Luddite-broom.) I will also thrown some laundry downstairs, although I don't know if I have the spoons to wash it (washing it ok; folding it my least favorite task.)

Thanks to all who have written, emailed and texted.

I DO have plans to see the Avengers; I will have to get tis this afternoon. Right now, even the Avengers fills me with only a modicum of yay, so that tells you a lot, but I am sure that seeing it will make with the happy.

I hateses my brane chemistry.

I know that was hard for you to articulate, Erin, but please know that there's no shame in depression. Maybe OUT THERE (it shouldn't be, but it happens), but not IN HERE. Here it is safe to talk about because, as you note, there are whole kennels full of black dogs that people wrestle with.

Little bits of house cleaning would probably be better than metaphorical for moving forward. The awful stasis and entropy of depression is so difficult to thwart. So, like a car stuck in the mud, sometimes you've got to rock back and forth a bit to get traction and start moving at all.

Just because you are feisty and capable of supercompetence does not mean you cannot get down low. And writing to us is a good start to being less stuck there. Xanax might help to.

Hell, I'm impressed you wrote such a fancy-sounding eloquent plea while depressed. Even THINKING that is way beyond my not-depressed capabilities!!

ut the Swiffer needs to be charged.

There's an electric Swiffer? Dude.

BTW, I thought of you when my new boss (who I like quite a lot, even if the project I'm assigned to is hellish) keeps pointing out Virgo-y ways we are alike (apparently her birthday is the day after mine!)

Right now, even the Avengers fills me with only a modicum of yay, so that tells you a lot

Actually, considering your mental landscape, a modicum of yay DOES tell me a lot -- right now, a modicum of yay is a BIG THING. I totally get it.

I, too, am intrigued by this electric swiffer.

{{{Erin}}} Much love to you.