I think I’m suffering the post-holiday blues. Given my life with clinical depression, I suffered the pre-holiday blues and the mid-holiday blues, as well. But, these past couple of days have been a bit worse than the rest.
Dudo and Moose don’t care. As long as there are birds to watch (and a drain hole to monitor). I wish I could be more like them.
Come to think of it, never mind. Although they both know how to chill, they can be even more anxiety prone than I. The sound of the door bell sends them scurrying into the closet. Nothing could make me scurry into the closet. Nothing.
Creo que estoy sufriendo la melancolia después de las fiestas. Dada mi vida con depresión clínica, también sufrí la melancolia previos a las fiestas y durante las fiestas. Pero, estos últimos días han sido un poco peores que el resto.
A Dudo y Moose no les importa. Mientras haya pájaros para observar (y un agujero de drenaje para monitorear). Desearía poder ser más como ellos.
Ahora que lo pienso, no importa. Aunque los dos saben cómo relajarse, pueden ser incluso más propensos a la ansiedad que yo. El sonido del timbre de la puerta los hace correr hacia el armario. Nada podría hacerme salir corriendo hacia el armario. Nada.
Depression can be so….uh, depressing! I hope you are feeling better, dear Mitch. I have some manic hugs I’m unloading for free, so take some. As a fellow sufferer (I don’t celebrate any of the holidays so no burdens there), I find it funny to read the side effects of my pain medications. Two may cause cancer, and at least one can cause suicidal thoughts. How convenient! A twofer! They provide the suicidal thoughts and the pills to off yourself with!
Now cute little homicidal furballs can cheer anybody up! I’d love to wear Moose and Dudo as a live fur stole! They’d probably have to be drugged first.
Deedles,
Yeah, I remember the first day one I read about one my early antidepressants. “May cause suicidal thoughts in some people.” You WOULD have to drug cats. They are so loving but Dudo sits on our laps and only OUR laps… on his terms. Moose needs constant attention and cuddles but try and pick him up and he’ll yowl like he’s being tortured (don’t know what life in that shelter was like for those first 11 months).
Time to admire the views and take long walks. Try not to visualize this, I came out of the shower yesterday and Jay asked me a question from the living room, I stepped into the foyer, and the door bell rang (an Amazon delivery.) Jay said he hadn’t seen me move that fast in weeks, I I scurried back into my bedroom and closed the door.
hee hee hee! oh my eyes…
Anne Marie,
And no photos!
David,
I do what I can. Glad I’ve still been able to force myself out of the house. No photos? Jay should always have a camera in hand!
Well I may be nauseous but I’m here when you need me. Big kisses!!!!
Kathleen,
Thanks sweetheart. As long as it doesn’t make you MORE nauseous.
I hope the cats, and SG, and sun and strolls, and just peace help you to get through.
Sending positive vibes.
Bob,
Thanks for the vibes. Some days, nothing helps. But the cats, SG, the sun and strolls don’t hurt!
pussies on guard duty (when they are not sleeping, that is).
anne marie,
Or hiding! Chickenshits.
*hugs* and much love to you.
Whenever I feel that way I try to make sure I am getting plenty of exercise. I’m giving up my day off today to work with my other half in the warehouse as he has a lot of stock waiting to be processed. That will be quite a lot of exercise but not the kind I prefer, lol 🙂 I like walking near the beach. I did not have any specific plans and it turns out to be rainy anyway so walking would probably have been out. But to get out walking regularly in pretty places again is high on my agenda this year. 🙂
Snoskred,
I usually do all I’m supposed to do. Some days the brain just doesn’t cooperate.
Glad to know I’m not the only one who waves to cats!
Dude and Moose look wonderful.
I too find getting outside helps my perspective this time of year.
Sending hugs and love.
Robin,
Getting outside can help … as long as I don’t randomly shove people “out of my f##kin way”!
That photo of Moose conked out on the back of the couch is just too much! LOL
Debra,
He can really sprawl.
Our dogs spent part of the weekend on the veranda barking down at the pelican resting on our dock. The pelican paid no attention. Eventually the dogs stretched out and just raised their heads now and again to bark half-heartedly. Be glad Moose and Dudo don’t bark at the birds.
Hope these blues don’t linger.
Wilma,
Oh the barking would drive me nuts. Moose is a talker. He wanders around meowing and muttering and yowling if no one pays attention. I think he even drives Dudo crazy some days.
Ha! “Nothing could make me scurry into the closet. Nothing.”
Judith,
Never again!
I’ve noted a slight undercurrent of…something…with you and wondered how you were doing. I’m sorry you’re having a tough time. I’m sending you a warm hug….can you feel it? ❤
Take care of yourself.
Jennifer,
I can feel it. And it made me teary. jeez. Thank you.
Depression sucks. Cats help.
Urspo,
So do drugs (prescription drugs). But cats are better.
Your Cats are so beautiful !
I wish I could pet them.
cheers, parsnip
Parsnip,
They are so sweet but, unfortunately, slow to warm up to others. It frustrates us but at least they’re warm and loving with us.
When I’m low, (though never as deep down as you get, must thankfully admit) I find immense solace in a pet’s presence – even if they couldn’t give a monkey’s about your own welfare as long as they get their eats!
Btw: Is it Dudo or Moose who plays piano? Perhaps both? Duets?
Btw2: This year, after giving up on it for a full two years, I’ve resumed my daily revision of languages in order to try to keep them ‘alive’., or at least on life-support. Weds & Thurs are my Spanish days, but whenever I read your blogs now, no matter what day it is, I go to your espanol version first, using the English to fill in the gaps or uncertainties. Must say it’s working quite well up to now. So you’re doing me a useful favour.
Perhaps sashay, but never scurry.
Hello, my little mighty hunters!
Hugs to you! This time of year can be hard on anyone, but it’s worse when you have to deal with depression. xox
Natalie:
Your mighty hunters send their love. They’re on the table on the terrace watching the birds. I’m coming out of my funk!