bpcyclist - I've been in the doldrums. I did take a Ritalin two hours ago. It helped, but the help's already wearing off. It was 20 mg. Maybe I'll take another.

When it kicked in, I got more talkative and gelt more interested in getting moving. I guess that's when I should have got up off the couch.

Part of my problem is this Corona thing. I'm in the house too much . . . kind of afraid of going to the store. Getting groceries is my main recreation from being home, caregiving most of the time. Now my main outlet from household drudgery is not safe to engage in. The worst thing about being a caregiver is how constraining it is. I don't get much break from it. I'm needed continually, around the clock. Throw another layer of constraint on my options, and it feels so oppressive.

I know I'm making it worse than it has to be. But the threat is real. Leaving the apartment entails some danger. I hate feeling constantly under this threat. So does everyone else, but most people aren't giving in to giving up.