Monday, June 01, 2009


Sorry for the unscheduled dead air on this blog the past few days. In truth I've been dragging around The Black Dog since about the middle of last week.

Cute, no? Eh, not so much.

It's hard to get over feelings of failure and pessimism, but I had a more positive weekend and I do feel much better now. Yesterday's afternoon of knitting at the pub and then dinner with Lee and John was a good antidote. I'm still struggling a bit with motivation and enthusiasm, but it's a definite improvement on the inertia of last week. The quantum singularity of the sofa.


thombeau said...

Knitting and drinking are always good antidotes. So is remembering the fabulous creature that you are, and loving him! 'Cause I know I do!!

Campbell said...

Go gently Andrew.

The Other Andrew said...

Thanks guys. Mwah!

jason said...

Gee, just reading the words "knitting at the pub" kind of cheer me up a bit.

Hoping you get the black dog back to frolicking soon.

Ur-spo said...

it is a cute dog. I think it was Sir Winston Churchville who coined the phrase" the Black dog" for depression.