Done Since 2021-05-23

I think I'm dealing with chronic depression these days -- Colleen's been gone for going on two months now, so it probably isn't caregiver burnout anymore. Colleen's infections, ulcer, and other problems seem to be mostly controlled right now; the remaining problem is that she isn't getting enough PT to be able to get around at home. So that would add anxiety to the depression. Which is why I'm taking a drug that's supposed to be effective against both.

I had a couple of visits with Colleen this week -- Tuesday and Thursday -- and she calls me every day (usually more than once) so I don't have to remember to call her unless I want to draw her attention to a link I've sent her in email.

Meanwhile, I've been moderately "productive" sorting stuff in the garage and trying to install another set of wire shelves on the back wall. (It's this set -- I've also acquired another set to go under the breakfast bar for recycling bags, counter-top appliances, etc.) Working in the garage adds to the depression because I keep running into reminders of past living spaces and unfinished projects, but it's better -- I think -- than endlessly looking at shelving units at Amazon and half expecting them to appear in the garage already loaded. That's probably why people hire organizers.

I've mentioned "The Game of Rat and Dragon", by Cordwainer Smith several times before; it came up again in conversation on Thursday. As it does.

( Notes & links, as usual )