More rain is coming, and it's churlish to complain. Although it's made picking out something to do next Monday a challenge. Art museums are closed - that was the top of the list - and it doesn't look like pleasant weather to visit Yosemite.
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a_muse_d: it looks like you really have rain headed your way. Thinking of you.
I have been incommunicado. I have revised my assessment and now think this is 60% depression and not just the cold. My resistance to communication (replying to comments, email) is one significant symptom. Yes, thank you for the well wishes! I'm receiving, just not sending. This morning journaling is an attempt to break that habit. (It's not that big a break.)
Yesterday i ran the bright, bright light, and that helped immensely. With the rain coming i will need to be extra intentional about getting light.
Regarding the other 40%, i've some strategies. My lungs are clear, and i am not in an asthma flare. The doctor suspects a sinus infection and suggests using the "rescue" inhaler as a prophylactic. I need to get out and walk, and taking the inhaler in advance seems a good plan. Similarly, before meetings. Since the medication has a non-negligible co-pay, I am happy to get some use out of it beyond carrying it everywhere with me until it expires.
I think Christine and i have been reinforcing a negative spiral with each other: with both of us trying to pull back on the stick, maybe we can both be in a cheery place by Monday (which is our 24th anniversary).
Hmm - and then there's exercise with the rain coming. Maybe i should strategize a bit on the deck with the bike stand. The "go to a big box store and do laps" is utterly unappealing at this time of year.
Or maybe this is the time to get serious about a yoga routine.
Luigi, the cat we adopted from our neighbor this summer, is settling in. He visits me at my desk, reaches out to stop me from walking past him without a scritch. He is a large-ish cat, and hasn't really grocked how to use a lap. He stands and sits upright. Yesterday, for the first time, he settled down for a moment. He's a very sweet cat, although he has a vacuum cleaner appetite. Smooches mooches is a nickname, given how he goes around to the other cats' bowls to finish up for them. Given Greyie Loo's name, he's also being called Wigi Loo (and Ouija Board) at times.
a_muse_d: it looks like you really have rain headed your way. Thinking of you.I have been incommunicado. I have revised my assessment and now think this is 60% depression and not just the cold. My resistance to communication (replying to comments, email) is one significant symptom. Yes, thank you for the well wishes! I'm receiving, just not sending. This morning journaling is an attempt to break that habit. (It's not that big a break.)
Yesterday i ran the bright, bright light, and that helped immensely. With the rain coming i will need to be extra intentional about getting light.
Regarding the other 40%, i've some strategies. My lungs are clear, and i am not in an asthma flare. The doctor suspects a sinus infection and suggests using the "rescue" inhaler as a prophylactic. I need to get out and walk, and taking the inhaler in advance seems a good plan. Similarly, before meetings. Since the medication has a non-negligible co-pay, I am happy to get some use out of it beyond carrying it everywhere with me until it expires.
I think Christine and i have been reinforcing a negative spiral with each other: with both of us trying to pull back on the stick, maybe we can both be in a cheery place by Monday (which is our 24th anniversary).
Hmm - and then there's exercise with the rain coming. Maybe i should strategize a bit on the deck with the bike stand. The "go to a big box store and do laps" is utterly unappealing at this time of year.
Or maybe this is the time to get serious about a yoga routine.
Luigi, the cat we adopted from our neighbor this summer, is settling in. He visits me at my desk, reaches out to stop me from walking past him without a scritch. He is a large-ish cat, and hasn't really grocked how to use a lap. He stands and sits upright. Yesterday, for the first time, he settled down for a moment. He's a very sweet cat, although he has a vacuum cleaner appetite. Smooches mooches is a nickname, given how he goes around to the other cats' bowls to finish up for them. Given Greyie Loo's name, he's also being called Wigi Loo (and Ouija Board) at times.
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