Eeesh. The sky's so oppressive today. It's odd. I think I can feel the edges of a (very) minor seasonal depression setting in. It's a combination of lethargy, overeating due to boredom, wanting to sleep more, and that feeling of wanting something but not knowing what, the feeling of looking in the fridge over and over, hoping something tantalizing will magically appear. All of this is cyclical, of course, because when I eat or sleep too much I get loagy and lethargic and the whole thing starts all over. Good thing I'm exercising now. Soon the dog will be able to go back out for long walks again (She gets her stitches out on Monday) and that'll help. Regardless, I've been through this enough to know that I now need to start doing stuff to avoid getting into that cycle.
So tomorrow, I bake. On the schedule are gingersnaps, curiously strong merangues, butterscotch chip cookies, and ... maaaaybe... pretzels. I still have to see if I feel up to making them. They're a hell of an undertaking, what with the deathbringing chemicals and all.
In the meantime, I have a Yellow Dog, good tea, a fireplace fire, and Steppin In It on the radio. It's impossible to be depressed with these things around me.