Hear you, bluebicycle. Both Thursday and Friday I didn't get out of bed. Yes, depressed. It was clear Thursday nothing would happen, so marathoned Downton Abbey to the conclusion. Friday, absolutely nothing. My only accomplishment has been posting here on the forums. (Betcha couldn't tell. It's one of my best façade skills -- to write "up" for others and not let on. You all deserve nothing less.)

There's no crying or big emotional thing. It's the anhedonic numb hopeless kind. Things were good for so long (2 1/2 months!), then started to wobble, now... this. Hoping it doesn't go too long, because things need to get done that are absolutely crucial.