All day yesterday, I couldn't find my cell phone. I was so bored without it that I kept getting up to do bits of housework here and there. When I saw the progress zI was making, it motivated me, and I redoubled my efforts . . . even made some banana bread. The apartment started to look a lot more organized. I felt depression melting away. I slept well.

So, now, I feel pretty decent. Apparently, I'm addicted to this phone. I gotta start putting it down more.

I feel pretty good.