(Un)Happy Day

I just got up twenty minutes ago. The alarm kept ringing, and I kept setting it for half an hour more and rolling back over.

Hello, depression, my old friend.

And what's sadder, it looks like today's a bad day for most of the people on my Friends list as well. What is it, something in the air?

*sigh*

Here's a big virtual (((hug))) to everyone reading this who needs one, and that time-worn statement, "Hang in there!". I'll try to get around to commenting on your individual posts after I've had some coffee.

But hey, look! I has made an online painting:


Click here to create your own painting.

Sometimes little distractions help. Especially when they result in something pretty.

*groan*

... and now it looks like our coffee maker might be going feet-up. When I first tried to use it today, it kept shutting off after about ten seconds of drip. Now it's dripping, but REALLY slowly. And it's making more "chuffing" sounds than it usually does.

There might also be more steam coming off the top than usual, but I generally turn it on and leave the kitchen, so I honestly can't say.

Goddammit.

EDITED TO ADD: Yep, that "more steam" indicates trouble. When I checked how much water had dripped through, it was about one quarter of what I'd put in. Looks like the heating element might be running too high.

Well, now I know what I'm doing tomorrow: going out and getting a new coffee maker, since this one is about three years old and the warranty is long gone. Pity. It was a wonderful coffee maker and I don't think they sell them anymore.

Some days I really love my husband

After discovering that the coffee maker was kerplotz, I crawled back into bed with George (did I mention he's been working the night shift?), who woke up enough for me to tell him about the death of one of our most essential household appliances. He reminded me that we had my mother's old coffee maker in a box in the hallway. Hurrah! I immediately went and dug it out, and it worked like a charm, although we'll have to fiddle with how much coffee it takes to make a full pot that's not too weak and not so strong that it eats its way through our mugs.

We read the paper (in the company of Emmie and Mina, who alternated hopping up between us for petting). I explained to George that today is one of those days when I feel like shit: I'm depressed for no apparent reason, the buzzing in my brain has given me the mental equivalant of tunnel vision, and I think I could sleep for about a week if I went back to bed.

A few minutes ago, after we'd sat down at our computers to do Internet stuff, George stood up, came up behind me, kissed the top of my head, and said: "When are you eating again?"

Me: "At about eight o'clock."

George: "Why don't we go out to Niko's for dinner?" (Niko's is a Greek restaurant just up the street.)

Well, that just brightened up my whole state of mind.

I love my husband every day, actually. He has his bad moments, like any human being, but in general he's one of the kindest and most thoughtful people I've ever known.

Now I just have to take a shower, which in my present condition is going to constitute a real act of willpower. When I'm depressed the shower, with its flashing water striking my body, feels like sensory overload. Oh, well. I'll survive, and I'll be cleaner to boot.

New coffee maker ahoy!

After we got back from dinner I made a few phone calls and found a Black & Decker 8 cup thermal coffee maker at London Drugs for the unheard of price of $34.99 -- AND they were willing to put one on hold for us, which amazes me because it's their door crasher special this week.

London Drugs is a quite a distance away, in the south end of the city, but it's on a major thoroughfare and the buses run regularly. Either George or I will go down there tomorrow afternoon and pick it up.

George thinks he might be able to get our current thermal carafe coffee maker working again, but I honestly wouldn't trust it.

So, yay -- new coffee maker. I feel a bit better about the day now. I don't think I'll be getting any real work done but at least I accomplished something.

(Oh, and I picked up a copy of the latest Discover magazine at the Shell gas station on our way home. When I'm feeling low it always perks me up. I don't know why. It just does.)