{{{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.

Have you posted your interview with Seanan, Erin? That could give some yays.

Erin, darling.

Your heart may feel black. But it is not black to those of us who can see it from the outside. It might be like one of those art projects where you take a charming picture and burn the edges then shellac it to a wooden plaque (a well-done one, not a half-assed one). So, sure, it may look blackened around the edges, and if you are looking at it from the wrong angle that might be all you see. But the rest of us see the charm, the view, the strength, and the shiny-ness.

The observation that other people "have much harder/real problems" does so very little to help. You feel what you feel. And those who do have worse troubles - I assure you that they love you and are deeply concerned for you. They may not have the spoons to say much. But they are not thinking of you as anything other than another person struggling with spoon-management.

To misquote The Master, sometimes a modicum of yay is enough.

Erin, here's hoping that you crate that black dog pronto.

Cat box is clean, bathroom is straightened (not what my Virgo self calls "clean" but improved.

P-C, no, I have finished Seanan's inteview. Every time I try to open it, that black dog bites my eyeballs out. But I am determined to get it up this week, as I am beginning to claw myself out of the pit and thrash the pendulum to splinters.

Especially since I was so excited about it and now I am just in the "YOU SUCK RANCID PICKLED DRAGON FEWMETS" stage. But coming out of it, slowly.

It's 86 degrees here today; I will some pools were open, as I feel that basking in the sun would do me good. I could go out and attack the "garden" but I think I will just do some inside cleaning puttering today; the mess my garden is in would fill me with ennui and despair. I think I WILL call out yard guy and have him come and attack the front and back yard this weekend. (Our lawnmower shot craps last summer.)

Perhaps I will see if for a nominal fee, he can haul the wooden pile-o-junk out of the back yard of doom, too. Everything I look at it, I feel more depressed.