I feel it on me like a heavy blanket.  Time to shake it off.  Time to get busy.  One night stewing in an empty house and I turn into a head case?  I’m beginning to think I touch my Sweetie and my son all the time for my own oxytocin fix. 

Time to throw off the depression.  Time to get busy instead of sitting home moping.  I need a to-do list and a swift kick in the ass. 

This is bullshit and I know it.  

Moving on to something more productive!