Yet another day of depression. Same old, same old. Not looking forward to the weekend. Nothing to do. At least during the week I have my routine of facebook messaging with one friend and emailing with another, AA meeting and t.v. afterward. Weekends I feel lost and lonely, even though my husband isn't working. I feel lonely because he isn't depressed, has so many hobbies and activities, and I'm left holding the bag. I abhor it.