reshaping
I went to The Dubliner for my usual Tuesday karaoke last night, and sang "There's a Fine, Fine Line" and "Time After Time" (the latter with Gonzo on harmony). This morning, I woke up an hour before I'd set the alarm, did morning pages, wrote and mailed the first letter of the month, did situps, arm reps with the weights, and wrote in my journal. In a little while, I shall go out in the neighborhood, then, if all goes according to plan, go to the SFWA Northwest Reading Series over in Kirkland ("Kirklnd," as Soren tells me it's pronounced): I might even get there in time to wander around the neighborhood there for a bit before trying to meet up with people for dinner.
Not all the way out of depression, but seeing daylight.
Speaking of which, one of the many fascinating things about the sky out here is watching the intricate layers of clouds and wind. This morning, just after sunrise, there were blue-grey clouds low to the south, obscuring the mountains; a few minutes later, there were little white fluffballs of clouds whooshing by below the grey. (Anyone walking with me will have to get used to the fact that every so often, I will stop in my tracks and get lost in the sky. Soren does it, too.)
Not all the way out of depression, but seeing daylight.
Speaking of which, one of the many fascinating things about the sky out here is watching the intricate layers of clouds and wind. This morning, just after sunrise, there were blue-grey clouds low to the south, obscuring the mountains; a few minutes later, there were little white fluffballs of clouds whooshing by below the grey. (Anyone walking with me will have to get used to the fact that every so often, I will stop in my tracks and get lost in the sky. Soren does it, too.)