I think I mentioned having a rough day at work last Friday. It was nicely resolved Monday. Very nicely.
This afternoon, I started reading a mystery novel. I was quickly drawn in, but I had to leave to go to the library for internet so that I could attend my online sign language lab. Then the depressed thoughts spotted their chance. What did that? I'd been having a good few days (that or I just didn't have time yesterday for depressed thoughts, and part of Sunday was good, so that might add up to an illusion of really good days). Maybe mysteries are bad for my health, because when I make myself leave them half read, the turmoil that causes in me stirs up the depression. I don't know. That sounds a bit silly, too. And anyway, I intend to finish the book, with or without nice logical support.
Hungry again. What a surprise. I've woken up the past two mornings with a migraine, but they have gone away when I ate. So it remains likely that they have more to do with the size and content of my supper than with the med change. Guess I should eat more? Rats. (But I feel full enough after the meal... never mind all the times during the day that I feel hungry and don't eat because it's not convenient.)