If I could, I would also be wrapped up in a blanket on our couch. That old depression whatever has a hold of me and it doesn’t matter that I have to drive into Hollywood today for work. Or that it’s Saturday. Or that a real day off and a fake day off (more later) and a note written to H in request for help do not seem to be making a difference.
It’s all I can do to not get in my car and drive till I feel better. Ever have days like this? xo