Thinking this morning that maybe I'm having a mild bout of depression. The last few days, all I want to do when I get home is sleep. I've left laundry in the washer overnight, forgotten to turn on the dishwasher twice and keep finding my belongings in odd places around the house. The only thing I seem to get accomplished is eating and sleeping. Obviously I won't die from this, but my mind is somewhere else, and it isn't a happy place.
Someone else in the office says she's feeling the same way. Maybe it's just this weather.
