Ignore this post.
If I skipped yesterday, I better get a post in, even if it doesn’t mean anything, dammit.
Um, I spent Monday at my sister’s house, Max and Lulu usually go with me when I visit family, but they weren’t invited this time. That turned out to be a good thing, I was able to spend a lot of time around E, then when I came home, I was so focused on Max and Lulu, that I wasn’t reduced to a blubbering pile of hormones. They might not be invited back to my sister’s house–even though her dog kept looking at me as if she was wondering where her two little friends were.
So I haven’t had the depression that normally follows being around a baby, but I haven’t had much motivation, either. I’ve been stuck in this apathetic rut the past couple of days–I’m not depressed, though. At least, I’m not sad. Maybe the Lexapro is changing how I experience down days.
I know what I really need is to find a job and to get out and interact with people on a daily basis. Humans are social animals, and our psyches don’t fare well when we spend out time alone–even people like me who prefer to be alone.
Like I said, this post doesn’t really mean anything. I’m just writing it to mark a space on the calendar. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have something interesting to write about, or I’ll have enough of this story that’s been rattling around my head written that I can share.