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[urocyon]

I haven't been in front of the keyboard much lately. Last week, I started on Zyrtec (cetirazine), and went off it after a few days because I started feeling like I'd been hit by a bus. It hasn't improved yet, so I'm suspecting that I'm just getting depressed again. The antihistamine may have nudged me over, which seems unfortunately easy to do--but I suspect a combo of that, the allergies themselves, and grief sneaking back up. Fatigue, inertia, and brain fog reign supreme ATM.

So, I'm trying to roll with it for now, and not push myself too hard. I would not be surprised if one recent venting episode, involving slavedriving myself, had been influenced by depression creeping up. A little compassion can't hurt.