I think I'm depressed. I think that perhaps the wreckage of some other daydream, recently ended, is far greater then I thought (carelessness sucks!). It's hard to move at times. It's hard to get up at times. It's hard just to open the front door at times.
Maybe I don't want to be seen?
Maybe I don't want to see?
One thing is certain: I need to find my way out of this funk! There is far too much that needs to be done.