Looking back

I was looking through some posts from last year around this time (since I'm only up to August 2004 in my quest to categorise all my archives) and I'm amazed at the difference in tone in my writing. Last year I was posting about going to satisfy my coffee craving and things that were relatively inconsequential. And where am I now? At a point that I honestly wonder why anyone would read what I'm writing. It's depressing. I'm depressed. My husband has even pointed that out to me. But really, what do I have to be oh-so-excited about at the moment? Not much, but I'll elaborate on that another time.

So...for those of you still slogging along with me, thank you.

Hopefully things will get better for us sooner than later.