Thank you. Since my last post I've been at it. I got my tree and boxes of decoration in from my outside storage closet. That in itself was a significant effort. A stray cat came by and watched me, so I put out a serving of Fancy Feast, which it ate. I have no pets, but I keep food for strays.

Now my neck and back force me to sit. I'm sore. Some of it is being deconditioned. I want to do something about that too.

Tomorrow morning will be the test. I will have a cup of instant coffee. I might give myself a real coffee maker for Christmas.

Sure, I can stay in bed all I want. I'm not breaking any law or hurting anyone. But it hurts me something awful. It feeds into the fear that I can't tackle anything. Getting things done is very rewarding. Having a lazy day now and then is fine. But staying bedbound and couchbound out of depression is soul-killing for me. I desperately want to get out of the trough. I want to get up out of it and not tumble back down in a day or two.

Routine moves you along. Waking up with no plan is a set up for failure. I should try to make a little plan for tomorrow. Not too ambitious . . . just a little structure, maybe including something nice to do.