Thanks beth. I slept most of the day and I think the only thing I accomplished was hanging a couple of ornaments on the tree. Depression sucks. Both kids are gone for the weekend and have no clue how badly I screwed up.

My plan for tomorrow is to wake up at a reasonable time, shower, and get out of the house. I have a bit of money on a Starbucks card, so even if I go out just to get tea and come back home, it will be better than today.

Been driving for four hours, good for more, I think.

Timelies all!

Going to a Jewish Folk Arts festival this afternoon.

Ha ha, I have figured out my father's Christmas gift. I'm feeling quite smug about this.

I am a grown-ass, well-educated woman. Why do I still struggle with the idea that if I am in pain, I should take one of the myriad, actually-in-my-possession pain killers to deal with that pain? Hell, I'm not even getting into Hubby's stash of good stuff! Basic Bayer joint formula! I feel so much better this morning for having taking something before going to bed!

Whatever installed these self-flagellating Puritans in my head needs bopped.

And ripping off covers and title pages on excess stock. Horrified me.

I winced noticeably here reading that. Ouch.

Being lazy today. Messed up and totally forgot that SIL wanted to cook dinner for us tonight. DH already arranged for his brother and friend to come over and shoot pool and watch football. Trying to work out some alternative. I might just cook for the guys then go do something with SIL and MIL.

Whatever installed these self-flagellating Puritans in my head needs bopped.

Indeed. Heartless mom/wife that I am, when one of my resident menfolk come whining to me about their various pains I take one look at them and tell them to talk to me AFTER they have actually done something about it. Take a pill! Ice! Heat! Rum! Whatever it takes.

Chronic pain that does not respond is another matter altogether, but there is no upside to walking around in preventable pain.

Whatever installed these self-flagellating Puritans in my head needs bopped.

I think this is my favorite use of the western PA "needs verb-ed" construction ever. (Is that construction used anywhere else? I never saw it until I moved here, and I was told that it's a western PA thing. "Those windows need cleaned." "This chair needs fixed.")

I had a coworker in eastern Washington state who used it.

Why do I still struggle with the idea that if I am in pain, I should take one of the myriad, actually-in-my-possession pain killers to deal with that pain?

Danged if I know. I just had a similar talk with myself last night. I'm not actually lazy, I'm not depressed,* I hurt. Take some painkillers! Deal with the pain first, then see what else I have to fix.

*not currently depressed, thank you amazingly effective antidepressant.