I’ve been depressed for a while now, which probably helps explain my long silence here. Apologies, but depression is like that. Doing anything is difficult when you’re down. Or at least it is for me.

Took part of the day off today. Had a “good” reason — had to let a contractor into the house. But that only took a little bit; I thought it would be nice to have the afternoon off, especially with the weather good. Maybe I’d work in the garden, maybe I’d work on my the big kayak.

But most of the afternoon I just sat around, doing nothing and feeling worse for just that reason. Didn’t even notice that it was so nice outside. Depression is like that. It’s always seemed like the world is black & white; colors don’t exist during depression. Ever watch newsreels from the thirties? All black & white. No wonder they called it the Great Depression.

Finally I managed to throw some laundry into the machine. Quite an effort, huh? Funny, though, but doing something even as easy as that helps. Once I got that going, I moved the ‘yak down onto the saw horses, got the rotary sander out, and started grinding off the stray bits of fiberglass and globs of epoxy left over from ‘galssing the deck a few weeks ago. Not a huge job, but necessary for the second coat of epoxy.

Not a huge job, but it went well, and felt good to do it.

Not a huge job, and certainly not a cure. But it helps, and the afternoon sun brought out the brilliant greens of the oak, the fresh blue of the sky, and the bright white of the cumulus.