I have traded Paul Simon for Steven Sondheim.
The dark, doom-filled clouds of depression have departed and the grey haze of indifference has settled.
I'm feeling much better today. It is no longer a struggle to smile at work or make weak (and safe) jokes to customers. I can walk around humming the Baby Elephant Dance and mean it.
Other than a grumbly in my tumbly, life is acceptable.
Friends are getting married this Saturday in Sonora. I'll be there. I have no gift, but a trip to Pottery Barn should fix that, right?