Mundanities...

My flu has eased off to a chronic bronchitis.  Let's just call it a "moist hacking cough". There, doesn't that sound less icky already? No? Ok, then...

I've been a less than fully effective blog administrator for two days now. I didn't even look at the site for days until this morning. One of my more loyal contributors, Kitty, had two items caught in the backlog. Sorry, Kit!

Ann is en-route to Charlotte as I sit here writing, and might make it up to Boone either later today, or perhaps tomorrow, depending on snowy road conditions up there. We're both so covered up with getting moved out of The Poplar in Charlotte, to make room for our new tenants there. I'll join her down there on Saturday at noon, and we'll get the U-Haul loaded up. Whee!

I was considering meeting her in Charlotte for dinner tonight, and then drive back very early. It would be our last chance to spend an evening together at The Poplar, but she is on for dinner with Karla, and it's an awful lot of driving in a compressed period. If only I'd worked out pet-care before I left the house this morning...  (sigh).

My working life has come up a fair amount in talking with Claudia (my caring therapist). Mid-life depression is common enough, and while it can be associated with a specific triggering episode or crisis, she tells me that, like influenza, it can be exacerbated by other life stresses, like over-work, or moving, etc, etc. And, like the flu, it must run its course, usually some six months or so. Chronic depression might be secondary to inherited factors, and there's bound to be some of those working on me, too. Without actually saying so specifically, I think Claudia is in favor of me quitting my job outright at some point in time.

Me, too.

Special thanks to Chuck down in Dallas for this week's most succinct nugget of advice:

"Moving day is just one day, but a bad back goes on forever. Hire some movers, Elliott..."

They are scheduled to help at both ends, Chuck. Thanks!