Well, its considerably cooler but the smoke continues. This morning I had to run a few errands and was glad to get back inside my home and out of the smoke. My husband is still quite weak so I have been staying home with him instead of going to work.
For some reason I am feeling depressed and anxious. Or is it anxious and depressed? I never know what comes first with me. Maybe it was because of the week I have had or breathing in smoke for the last three days or a woodpecker ate a spider in Southeast Asia or watching the Netflix documentary, What the Health. This depression/anxiety never really leaves me. It's always there waiting for something to stir it up. At any rate, it's a dark day here. And I am so very tired. I have been getting my HIITs cardio on my stationary recumbent bike in daily and every time I do it I want to not be doing it. So far, no marked weight loss but I am have better endurance and can go faster than when I started. Is that a good thing? Probably. See? Depression takes that small achievement from me and tells me that I am still fat and will probably get cancer or have a heart attack anyway so what's the use?
Damn. I hate writing posts like this. So negative. So heavy.
Here's a picture of Norbert. The poor baby. He has such a difficult life.
I might take an Ativan tonight. I don't remember the last time I took one. Months ago. Or maybe I will see what is new in Mary Jane's world.