Crypts, you articulate very well what it's like in a nursing home. I appreciate someone having a grasp of what that's really like.

I went out to the laundromat this evening. Once I got out of the house, I began to feel well . . . really well. I thoroughly enjoyed getting the clothes washed, dried and folded. If I can just pull myself over the hump I have to get over to get dressed, put on shoes and go somewhere. Then I start to feel okay.

I took my meds, so I'll soon get sleepy. I am afraid of waking up tomorrow all depressed again and finding it impossible to pull myself out of it for hours. Maybe if I hit the shower when I wake up. Mornings are just so very hard.