I find when i'm depressed that it *seems* like nothing is getting done but i'm actually chipping away at it, a little bit every day. Like the electrical outlet covers in my living room have been off since i aborted a painting job a few years ago and i recently got some screws from the dollar store and put them back on. Such a small thing but it seems like a triumph when i'm depressed. Today i took my dog in to the vet to get her overgrown nails trimmed and it was quite an ordeal but it is so nice to have her padding around silently and not hear her nails scraping on the floor, condemning me.

I'm certainly doing *less* than i would like, but i'm not doing nothing.