Should I be worried?

From Lis's most recent email to me: "Honestly, I feel so at home in this city [London]. Just seem to be picking up an innate directional sense of where thing are. I'd love to move here if we could make it work."

Uh oh. . .

So, yesterday HAD been a kind of sucky day, but it got better

Yesterday was one of those days when I just woke up depressed and unable to do anything. The fact that the cat had pissed on the bed Friday night didn't help -- I'd spent Friday night sleeping on the floor in the first floor bedroom, which is carpeted. Reasonably comfortable, all things considered, but still, not a bed. Anyway, I had tons of chores to do, and they all seemed overwhelming. I needed to buy stuff to de-smoke the bookcases. I needed to de-pissify the bed. I needed to do class prep for Sunday morning. And I couldn't even find my car keys.

I sprinkled de-pissifying baking soda on the mattress, let it sit, and started to vacuum it up. And the vacuum cleaner a splode. All over the mattress and floor.

This sucked. Very, very badly.

Enter vonbeck to the rescue. He called and asked if I wanted to go out and see the new Zorro movie.

I thought for about an eighth of a second, and realized, "I'm depressed, I'm stuck, and I'm not getting anything useful done. Seeing a friend, and a fun movie, can only help." Besides, it gave me a reason to shower and get dressed. Which is useful for depression.

So, Ben came over, and we caught a 3:40 movie.
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