When I got up this morning I didn't have a plan to do something. But then I looked on a map and found an area that looked interesting to me. So I drove there. It didn't turn out the way I thought. It was nice but not as good as I had hoped. So I didn't stay long and headed back to where I stay. Also I had some slight stomach upset at the second half of driving, but felt fine when I got back. Had lunch on the road but it wasn't at a place that I had hoped for. It felt like an unproductive day but not totally. I will probably look back at it some day and thought that it was nice.

Still feeling anxious, depressed, and lonely. The three seem to go hand-and-hand. I had been doing some reading on depression with solo travelers. There were some good points to them, but I didn't care for the tips on how to overcome it. Too pat or generic.

I don't have anything planned for tomorrow but I may do laundry since the weather forecast is for rain and it will be almost time to leave. It should leave Friday, my last day here, completely open. And, wouldn't you know it, it's supposed to be nice on Friday! The one day since being here that's going to be nice is the last day!