Back from the Lower Depths--when I get really down I am just not good for anything , much less posting. Last week the shrink who leads my little support group exclaimed that I was by far the most "negative" ( he meant depressed) person in the group. I think they are all astonished at how glum I can be. Yet I brought them mini scones from Panera. Panera is the infestation i.e. restaurant below the hotel to which we are condemned to buy coffee etc from if we don't want to go searching the streets of Oakland. I am getting sick, sick, sick of delicacies.
Went into Starbucks yesterday and cried back in my room. Miss nim nim running her little store, miss its smell, miss the Ramsey regulars and the idiot X scamming his daily free coffee--
But really though I hate change and take years to adjust, change can be a decent thing. Except divorce change. I still maintain that.
All that aside, depression is a very effective diet, although not my diet of choice. And I am actually saving money (which in my case means not spending a lot, but what the heck). I might be cheerful enough today to listen to some music. I have the great Chieftains album they did with the Bluegrass group. It has, on it, the happiest song in the world. Listen to it and you will agree.
