That’s not how the day was supposed to go.
Today was a bank holiday. A rare non-weekend day off, which I could use for doing… well, anything. I had ideas for making the day a productive one. They didn’t pan out. Husband had wanted us to take advantage of the day to do things together but, well, sometimes mental health is very uncooperative. Depression sucks – did you know?
That’s not to say I haven’t been productive, nor spent time with husband. As to the former, I’ve run the dishwasher three times(!! – there was a backlog…), done laundry, filled out and printed some forms for work as well as getting them sealed in envelopes to send off tomorrow, completed my postal ballot form and prepared that to send, done a photo post for the first time in over a week, and written this one. And for the latter, we’ve had cuddles and watched shows together, and I’ve tried my hardest to lift the fog of depression. (With little success – I have trouble knowing how to help…)
That said, I’ve not actually got dressed today, and it’s pretty much bedtime now so… Eh.