Regressing

Wash dishes. Wash clothes. Sweep/mop floor. Clean upstairs bathrooms. Wash and vacuum car. Pack for Saturday and Sunday. Place ad in paper selling fridge and couch, chair and loveseat. In one week, the movers will be here. The day after, we will be headed down South.

I have zero desire to do anything. I’m thinking that if I didn’t have to pick up A from day care I think I could manage on the food left in the house for about a week. Got Cheerios, Apple Jacks, a can of tunafish, spaghetti and spaghetti sauce. Grape Juice. Stale bread and peanut butter. Frozen chicken thighs. 6 biscotti sticks. I’d close the shades, turn up the air conditioning and just go back to the way it used to be when I was one (eat, sleep, pee and poop).

It’s funny how when you’re depressed you know in the back of your mind that things can always get worse. You just don’t give a damn. Maybe I could dig one of my old Cure tapes out of a box and wallow. Too much effort. I’ll just pretend to buy things on the internet. The virtual equivalent of going to Neiman Marcus and telling the saleslady that you’d “like to put this on hold.”