Sometimes, despite being clothed head to toe in soft Land's End cotton, you enter the DOLDRUMS. That is where you find me on this Saturday night at 9:20. A date with depression. We have been out before. I know him well but we have not dated seriously in years. He is such a lovely date too. He gets you into bed and hands you tissues and makes you think, pretty seriously too, that no one has ever been more miserable than you are right at this moment. He has been flirting with me all day, courting me, telling me how skinny I look in this cotton tent dress.
"That is some very soft cotton." He says grinning at me.
God is good though. He has sent me two very random calls from wonderful friends and also ran me into one live yesterday. He gave me a husband that listens to all my woes and says, "People suck, but we don't."
I am weak though and I am going to bed down with depression, but he has to stay on his side of the bed and possibly translate Pride and Prejudice so that I may finish and read the Lynn Austin book I checked out.