I've been trying to keep busy, to keep my mind occupied. That can only last so long. I'm at the point where I can't keep going. Now is when I have to face the teeth in the night.

It's classic depression -- I'm tired, cranky, unfocused. I'm making some pretty foolish mistakes at work, my self-confidence is going south, and even ordinarily-easy tasks are imposing, if not insurmountable. I tried to write. It's like pulling teeth. With a nail-clipper.

On the good side, Kitten's with her best friend on a sleepover, so I get to take her bed. Normally, I sleep on the fold-out sofa in hte living room. It's comfortable and I don't mind folding and unfolding it each night. The killer is I can't take a nap or go to bed when I feel like it. Now, I can, and I will, as soon as I'm done here.

The condo remodel is coming along nicely. The new contractor is not letting grass grow. He says the place should be ready by end of January. I'm telling Kitten middle of February in case Pacific Northwest weather makes things interesting. Kitten saw her room, and it's very lavender, just as she asked.

Of course, that means more work getting things unpacked, but that could be the depression talking. Hugs, all. Sorry to be a drag.