Drudging away at the sea bottom

It's been a long day and my spirits are still low. Blogging has become therapeautic [I should tell my shrink to check it out]. Jotting down my highs, and now my lows, seems to be helping me adjust and cope.

I sent an email to the older woman who drives a bima [a story for another day], but she hasn't replied. Work today has been tedious, and my exertions over the weekend haven't helped.

I will go home and become rejuvenated. Have a meal without rushing. Tomorrow has it's own problems, so we'll worry about them then.

Tomorrow will be a brighter day.