Depression sucks.  It continues to suck.  It sucks endlessly.  Sir tried to help today (not that he doesn’t try every day).  He dragged me out shopping.  For groceries, but also to the art store where he bought be good markers (for my tangling) and two drawing journals (for my tangling).  I ate pork rinds and macadamia nuts in the car on the way home (so much I didn’t eat any dinner) and Sir was annoyed. We sat out on the porch for two hours and I tangled all evening.  I’m making progress.  I’m seeing the potential for meditation, and the difficulty in my mindfulness.  But I tried.  None of it…