Time Stands Still

It's funny how the last blog seems to indicate the mood of the blogger, regardless of what has transpired since.
Luckily, my memory is too spotty to stay depressed for long. I often awaken and forget that I was even depressed the night before.
The bellinis (that's peach slurpies, Mike) Thursday night actually did cure me. So did deciding to go out on a nice dinner date last night.
On the Funny Girl List, we recently discussed depression and how there's no excuse for not getting long term depression sorted out.
One of the things we forget is that depression can look like extreme crankiness, making more than ourselves miserable.
Anyway, mine is gone for now, and good riddance.