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.

{{{Erin}}} All kinds of hair pats and love to you, doll.

{{{Erin}}}

My eye twitching seems to have subsided finally. In its place, a nice solid headache. Yay? This is going to be one of those "getting out of bed was a bad idea" days, isn't it? Must be Thursday. Never could get the hang of Thursdays.

Thanks, y'all. As has been said so many people, I do NOT know what I would do without y'all.

Main desk is clean.

Bathroom is next.

I may take my last, lone-Xanax to get me through this, and then cadge one off my brow-wax friend, if not to get though the brow wax, then to make it though the last of the night.

I think this is all I have in me today, but since it is more than enough to make me feel like I am DOING something, I will be satisfied.

I am taking the Xanax now, so that I can face the bathroom and cat box with something approaching equanimity.

You guys -- as always -- have been a loving, understanding lifeline, and to the end of my days (may they be long and relatively full of joy and happiness -- I've spashed my way through this gutter before and will likely do it again) I will never forget it to fail to be grateful for you all.

Grazie, my dearests.