In reply to Lynelle Paulick.

Cool! I appreciate the appreciation! {8’>

I didn’t even read this entire post, Mr. Lector. I could merely spot phrases and sentences, maybe even a whole paragraph sometimes — this is just today I’m speaking of — and yet am fully satisfied.

I love your blog. It’s just great, the best. Flows, funny, just goes on and on, but never loses my attention.

It’s just, today that attention is elsewhere. So Nothing Personal, okay!?

Be around later, David.

In reply to Virginia Llorca.

Hi!

Sorry, I’ve been hiding from the Internet. I agree that exercise is good–I actually dictated the first draft of this post while pedaling on an exercise bike (with my current desk setup, it’s either that or stand).

On the depression front? Well, I tend to be fairly happy regardless of circumstances. Which doesn’t mean I necessarily approve of those circumstances! But I think you’re the first person in my life thus far to suggest I am or was depressed. Let alone the suggestions of chemical/conversational assistance! I guess it’s possible you’re right, but if so I must be fairly well adapted.

This isn’t a virtue of mine. It’s just how my brain/body work. I tend to be cheerful.

-D

It sounds to me, strictly non-professional opinion, that you may be a little depressed. Aside from meds and professional help, I would strongly recommend some physical exercise. Walking, running, whatever. This I live with.

Trying to help the young man, if you are his mentor, is difficult. I have 2 grand daughters living with me. I am at the point where I emphasize it is all their choice. More and more I mention they have nothing in place for when I am gone. As for guidance, all I have left is college or the Navy. They are both producing income in dead end jobs. They have a genetic disposition to be non-proactive, to let something else make decisions for them.

As for writing, I am completely stuck on #5. 3/4 on paper. The rest in my head. I have barely touched it in a year, sat down last month and did 4,000 words in one sitting. I even know why I am dragging my feet, but. . .