I have been quite depressed for the last few weeks. My therapist called me this afternoon to check on me. (Love her for that). We talked about what I could do to make going home feel like something special. Suggestions were a special meal, music I like, burning a candle, soaking in the tub, putting on comfy clothes. I said to her that it sounded like a date with myself. We both laughed at that. But, hey, I am thinking about this idea. I kind of like it. Better than hiding in a paper bag.