This is going to be a quickie post.

By request.

(Dare I say I have a fan?)

As I sit here taking a break from work, I am in my pj's. I haven't showered since Monday – although I plan to do so today.

The reason I am mentioning this is because I suffer from depression in the winter. Not taking care of myself or our house is the predominant symptom.

I swore this year I would have a better attitude which, in turn, would wart off the blues.

Not so.

I thought I'd start a home improvement project to keep me moving.

Busy with work = no project.

I'm tired. I can't think clearly or quickly. I would rather sleep than do just about anything else. Unless that anything else is eating. I have gained too much weight this last year. I know I need to do something about it. I also know that exercise will help get me out of my funk.

I just can't do it.

There is no logic in depression.

It sucks.

I know that in two or three months I will pep up at the first sign of spring. I know I will regret all of my self-indulgence.

Until then, I suffer through doing my best to fight the current running against me.