vaneramos | Post-holiday blues

I noticed it first in my daughters. Yesterday Brenna wanted to know what I had planned for the next few days. Not much, I said. I couldn't explain that I'm broke. There's also housework to do, besides I need down time after 10 days of travel and celebration. But my daughters are restless.

Later, Marian said she has been sleeping too much, eight hours a night, and it's making her feel crappy (Several weeks ago she complained over the phone about insomnia). I suggested her body needs this break, but that started an argument. I dropped it.

Depression hit me today, as I started worrying over a lost friendship. It has been a long time coming: He started withdrawing more than two years ago, but finally ended it last week without explanation. I'm uncertain of the reason; he never told me. I shouldn't take it so hard now. But that's where my undisciplined thoughts choose to dwell.

Really, it's only post-holiday blues.

Tonight I'll drop the girls off at the mall while I go to the gym, first time in several weeks. We could all use the outing. Tomorrow I'll go into work for two hours. Routine is a blessing.