Back months ago I went to Antrocon, had a great time, and all that. And in all the time since, I haven't done spit, other than a brief indulgence with an antique rifle, haven't drawn a line nor written more than a few paragraphs of text. And it wasn't like I was busy with household tasks or taking care of business. I'd get up, slouch around the house, poke around the interwebs, watch hours of you tube, then crawl back into bed. Or I'd never really get up at all, other than a bathroom break and maybe a snack, stay in bed all day.

Depression can sap one of will, of caring for one's self, of letting one's health, wealth, or circumstance go. And the worst part is knowing what's happening, seeing it as it happens, and not mustering the wherewithal to DO anything about it. Even with knowing techniques and strategies for dealing with depression.

I'm not suicidal by any means, so don't worry about that, and supportive words of encouragement or advice only make me feel guilty for neglecting everyone who cares.

So I'm not asking for anything from any of you, just posting this as an FYI. With cooler weather, hot, sticky days bring me down in the best of times, maybe I'll get back to business. We'll see.