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.
Erin, do you have a lounge chair outside that doesn't face the yard work? Maybe take a break with a glass of water or whatever in the sun, get some vitamin D and bask for a bit.
You are doing great!! FWIW, when I was in a foul mood the other night, I put on Wait Wait Don't Tell Me while I made dinner and before I knew it I was laughing like a loon.
Erin, consider yourself snuggled. Depression can kill, it's not something to take lightly. And anyone, regardless of how good their life is, can suffer from it.
Take care of yourself. Let others take care of you. Maybe find someplace to sit in the sun (where you won't have to look at the "yard of doom") - it might help. I find that sometimes just finding a place with green stuff growing will help.
hair pats, a kick in the ass to the black dog, and what everyone else said.
All I can say is that I urge everyone struggling with the Black Dog to get help, and if nothing works, get a thorough checkup. Otherwise, you'll get nothing done for months and months. Your house will be filthy; your business will go down the tubes; and you'll be broke with no prospects. Then cancer will suck up all your time with appointments, logistics and insurance stupidity and make you so tired that all you can do is contemplate the drifts of dog hair across the floor.
Also, you'll be boring, depressing and use too many semicolons.
The black dog needs to go to a shelter. And not one of those wimpy no-kill ones.
Oh, Ginger, I'm so sorry.
That was probably TMI.
It was not. Nor was it TMSemicolons. {{{{Ginger}}}}}
Tons of hair pats and brackets for you Erin!!
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IOmeN, have talked with 2 people from bank, one in FL, one in CA. Apparently, if you are signed into your account and apply for a loan, it spits you into home equity pool. But if you don't sign in, then you can apply for a regular mortgage. And I was signed in. And being I do not own anything yet, there was a kurfuffle. Hence the 3 day wait. Which is pissing me off. Now I am waiting to jump in the shower, for fear that when I do the phone will ring. And am late for work, which I don't care about given its a slow week and I have tons of comp time. But.. Could really use a shower. Ugg. If it was easy, everyone would do it, right?
