I have stirred just enough to sweep the tile with a broom, feed the children, and clean the kitchen today. I keep catching myself staring out the window blankly at the pond. I have been out of sorts all day. Logan did some of his times tables this moring but neither of us has been very inclined to sit down and put our noses to the grindstone. I instinctively move to the beeping and buzzing of the dishwasher and the washing machine and dryer but other than that I just keep wandering to the window then back to my laptop. I can't tell if depression is making me physically ill or if being physically ill is intensifying my depression. Either way, it blows.

Posted by gwendolyn on May 14, 2002 at 02:31 PM