EOF?

So I went on vacation for the past week.  I spent the first several days in front of the TV.  Literally, watching from the time I woke up to the time I went to bed.  The next 3 days were helping my brother since my mom died.  A lot of organization and paperwork to fill in.

Then I came back.

Oddly, the vacation "worked."  I have been able to work hard and effectively today.  Of course that may be since I have a critical report due next week and it requires a lot of coordination to pull all the data together.  Further complicating any analysis is the fact that I am in week 3 of the antidepressant medication.

So I worked well today because some or all these reasons:

• The "Vacation" accomplished its purpose
• I am under a little pressure (not too much, just enough)
• The medication is working.  

Whatever the reason it feels good to be able to put in a full day work.  I am really sick so pardon me if I'm not jumping for joy.  Life is still very disappointing for me and I hope to address these issues, if my recovery from depression continues.  

New Day:  Well I worked a long time yesterday and I came in and with a "normal" amount of time wastage, For most people that would be a lot.  But anyway, I got into a good rhythm and have been working hard.  Afternoon meetings disrupted the schedule but I was able to multitask through most of them.

I have church tonight and am dreading it.  I look frumpy today.  I never look smooth with all the weight I gained.  Oh well, inhale   .  .  . exhale, nothin' to do but git 'er done.  I suppose I could pray about it.  That sometimes helps.  (It would every time if I were good.)  I hear the censorship committee wants to help, but they don't know what to do.  I don't either.  

My kid is doing better.  He finally seems to be coming back to his senses after 6 years of unholy hell from him.  I am glad to see that though I wish I could help him more.  But right now, I can't seem to get myself together.

So I seem to be coming to the end of this blog.  There just seems to be nothing more to say that hasn't been said many times earlier.  Writing this down has been cathartic, but I am still stuck.  I really should try praying more.  .

Knowing that it helps to write this probably isn't the true end of the blog, but the end of anything new and interesting, if dear reader, you may have found some of the foregoing of interest.