All gong and no dinner.

That should be my tagline, title of my life’s story, etc, etc, etc.

I think it is safe to admit now that I have been in a fairly deep depression for over a year.  It really started to weigh me down when Covid-19 came on the scene guns blazing.  I am not any less depressed, but I am able to talk about it.  I think.

The 4 months I spent 99% of my time alone was rougher than I said. I tried very hard to count my blessings. I think possibly it is just now catching up to me.  I haven’t felt this anxious in many years and honestly, am not pleased about it.

So…what am I doing about this funk?  Not enough if I am honest, but I have started to put together the quilt top I have been making hexies for.  This should keep me occupied for a while.

The husband and I are house hunting, which should be fun, but is excruciating.  I think we might be onto something, but not to the stage I care to talk about it.  That’s another story for another day. Remodeling will give me something to talk about, right?  Until then I am…