I can empathize with you; the idle times are the worst, particularly with that feeling of dread. A good friend of mine described depression as the cold, gray hand of death behind you, reaching for your shoulder at all times...the comfort that I take is that I've been through this before and come out of the depressive episode better from it. I hope that you can work your way through the depression too. I am in the throes of it now, and working like heck to get out of it...