I’m on a bit of a roller coaster, it seems. I don’t think it’s
S.A.D., but that could be part of it.

I’m working hard – not a lot of overtime, but pretty much nose to the
grindstone from 8 to 5. I’ve cut way back on participating on various
blogs and forums. I still try and catch up some in the evenings and
on weekends, but you know how that goes.

Last week I flew with my mother-in-law to her new home. Huge
emotional turmoil with that. On the one hand, she’s with her
daughter, who is more than capable of taking care of her. On the
other hand I feel like I’ve failed her, at least some, for not doing
more. And no, I don’t know what “more” is, just MORE, dammit.

We tried a new adhd medicine for my son. His anxiety shot through the
roof, although it seemed to help a bit with his sleeping and appetite.
Was he more anxious, or did it just show more because he isn’t
zombied out? Dunno. We’re back to the old meds.

I ran this morning, and that helped my mood about a hundred-fold. Had
I written this entry last night, well, it wouldn’t have been pretty.
Speaking of last night, I watched Catch and Release. A fairly good
chick flick. By the end I was reminded how I really want someone to
say nice things at my funeral. Fat chance of that.

We were at Chili’s the other day and I heard a song by the Doors.
Forty years ago Jim Morrison is getting arrested for obscenity
charges, now he’s background music for casual dining. Whoda thunk it.