I woke up at a more reasonable hour, 6:30, as opposed to many mornings up at 2-3. Something is working for me, because I've been able to string together 4-5 nights of decent sleep. I felt manic as the morning progressed and my wood projects seemed to go smoothly vs. the day before. At noon, I baked some banana bread with some old bananas I'd frozen recently; this kind of thing never happens when I'm depressed. I made a loaf for me and a loaf to take to an event tomorrow night.

I took measurements for my kitchen cabinets; I'm still on the fence about building them myself (vs. buying) but the act of measuring for them and calling my plumber to talk about the installation made me feel extremely energized. The morning went well, I paid some bills, took care of some paperwork.

In the afternoon, worries about money and my father's health seeped into my good cheer so that now, though not really back to square one, I am feeling no motivation at all, inertia, a bit jittery perhaps because I upped (or more appropriately, increased to full recommended dose) my intake of fish oil, gingko biloba and St. John's Wort. Thought about running earlier, after the rain stopped, but felt too tired to do so. Fortunately when I am done posting this, I feel motivated enough to try and finish a book and drink some tea. I am anticipating a peaceful evening. I've found some lovely foreign films on Netflix and will probably watch another tonight.

I would gladly exchange a day of "fabulous" for 10 of just feeling "level."