I spent most of the day not wanting to cough, which was a nice change. Thank you, azithromycin!
My son spent the night at as mom’s, as usual for a Saturday, so even though I got to bed late, I still got caught up on my rest. I slept till 10:45, moved downstairs and fell back asleep on the couch until he came home around 12:45.
The weird thing about getting caught up on sleep, though, is that for me, it almost always carries with it a propensity toward depression. And I’m feeling it tonight. Not the deep dark stuff, but the slightly shallower—but still nasty—general apathy and disinterest in everything. Nothing seems worthwhile, worth doing, worth aspiring to. IDGAF about anything.
Yet, still, I’m doing the laundry. So, I guess, at least I still care about having clean underwear. And that’s something.