I think general malaise was misinterpreted as melancholy. Or maybe it's just this stupid cold I can't seem to shake. Or this hair color that's really starting to bug me.

Or maybe I'm feeling better now that I bought the "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff Workbook." Whatever it is, I am counting my blessing for being in this safe place right now, and not on the road to Anne Sexton.

I'm back in the game.

This weekend was fun, but nothing to report. Nothing that struck me as exceptional.

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